I left Lisbon on a noon flight on United to Washington, Dulles. My itinerary routed me to Denver and on to Albuquerque.
Shortly before we got to Denver, they announced its airport was closed because of bad weather. That coincided with a medical emergency aboard the aircraft. We were diverted to Cheyenne and stuck there because of an obscure FAA regulation. They had used up 4 medical oxygen bottles and needed one more to comply with regulations to continue flying. Alas, no way to get the needed oxygen bottle. So, stranded in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Spent hours waiting for information before told we would get transport to a hotel in the town. Promised we will be able to continue onward journeys at 7 am tomorrow. Welcome back to the USA!
Tomorrow morning I fly back to Albuquerque after spending two months traveling around Portugal to explore the possibility of moving here.
I posed the question in the title to this blog “Is Portugal my future?” After the weeks here and the many people I’ve met, the towns and villages I’ve visited and the experiences I’ve had – the answer is YES.
It will take a lot more work and mean facing a lot more challenges. But I can see this as a step forward. I really like the Portuguese approach to life. They have a country with a rich history full of ups and downs, much like Ireland where my ancestors hale from. I first visited seven years ago and seeing Portugal now is to witness a transformation. It feels like it is on the up-and-up but still retains its authenticiy, pride in its roots and a sense of humor about itself.
I have loved being able to get around on foot, bus and train instead of having to drive everywhere. I have loved the little tiny shops and outdoor markets. I have loved eating grilled sardines and bacalhau (cod fish.) I am beginning to understand and speak Portuguese.
I’ve met so many people whose faces and stories will stay in my memory. Someone recently said to me that if you don’t want to get addicted to travel, don’t start. It’s too late for me. I caught the disease early and so far haven’t found a cure.
In a couple of days I leave Portugal after two months exploring the possibility of moving here in retirement. I’ve learned a lot and faced a few fears. I thought I’d share pthem.
What have been by fears while I’ve been here?
* Transportation: I’ve had moments of panic wondering if the bus or train schedule I used to make my plan was maybe out of date. But every time, the bus or train has showed up within a few minutes of the posted time, no matter how rural.
* Finding my way in the cities: A Camino walking buddy Bryan Bailey showed me Maps.Me an app that lets you navigate offline. A couple of times I had a moment of panic trying to orient myself to the map it showed. But Maps.me has proved invaluable finding my way around Porto, Coimbra, Aveiro, Tomar and Lisbon.
* Language: I’ve been working on learning Portuguese and have basic conversational Spanish. However, when in need I’ve resorted to asking if people speak English “Fala ingles?” And most times people are more than willing to help by speaking English. It truly has become a universal language thanks to movies and tv.
A few odd tidbits I’ve learned or noticed in Portugal.
* Bathrooms: lights may be on timers, so you may be plunged in darkness during your business – wave your arms around, that often activates the lights.
* Toilet paper: a lot of Portuguese homes or businesses are on septic systems which get clogged with toilet paper. They ask you to put the TP in a bin provided. For women it can be hard to re-learn the habits of a lifetime.
* Tickets for many trains and bus trips give assigned seats.
* Portuguese people are not huggers. Expect an air kiss on each cheek even from business people you’ve never met before.
* Bread, cheese and olives they put on the table before they bring you your meal are not free. The charge is usually 1-2 Euros. Beware. You can often get a fixed price meal by looking for the “Prato do dia” or dish of the day.
In just a few days I will return home to Albuquerque after two months of traveling adventures where I have shared so many wonderful moments of friendship with people from all over the world.
Staying in hostels all over Portugal and a few in Spain, has given me the chance to face all kinds of new challenges. I’ve used the Hostelworld.com website to find and book accommodations, the Comboios de Portugal website to arrange train travel, and the Maps.me app to get offline maps to navigate my way around new places. I’ve depended on connecting to WiFi to stay in touch with friends and family by WhatsApp, iMessage or Skype. Almost every little cafe has WiFi and they are so ready to give you the password. I’ve even had people offer to let me piggyback on their personal hotspot to help me when I’ve been in a bind.
Mercifully the killer heatwave is over, just in time for me to make one last visit to Porto. Temperatures were around 23 C yesterday evening when I arrived by train from Coimbra. After the last few days in Tomar where the breeze felt like a hairdryer, this was almost too chilly.
Each time I’ve visited Porto, I’ve stayed at the Tattva Design Hostel located close to the cathedral and the Sao Bento train station. It’s the best hostel I’ve stayed in during my visit to Portugal. The facilities are good, the staff are very friendly and helpful, the breakfast offers good choices and the atmosphere is very genial. That is the best part of staying in hostels. There are people from all over the world and it is easy to strike up a conversation and share experiences and memories.
Last night, I ate a simple “prato do dia” choice of the day fixed price meal at a tiny hole in the wall restaurant. Three courses with wine was 10 Euros. The place quickly filled up with French tourists who are suddenly showing up in droves all over Portugal. August is the “mois de vacances”, or vacation month, in France.
Back at the hostel, I met up with three Italians and an Australian and we spent a fun couple of hours walking around Porto and talking about our travels. We all shared Facebook “friend” requests at the end of the evening.
Throughout this whole seven weeks of traveling I have met and talked with so many people from different countries: Holland, France, Canada, Czech Republic, Poland, Spain, Norway, Italy, England, Brazil. I’ve used all my language skills, speaking French, Spanish, Norwegian and even the Portuguese that I am learning. Next week, I return to the US, to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Or maybe not: Ironically, one of my Facebook friends from ABQ just posted during his visit to Washington, D.C. He had to argue that he did in fact live in the USA!
At the end of another day when the temperature topped 43c or about 110F, I’m sitting beside the river in Tomar, hoping for a whisper of a breeze. A glass of Sagres beer tastes mighty good.
Portugal and Spain are in the midst of a heatwave that is projected to last through Monday. A few places have air conditioning. Mostly, they close the shutters in the old stone houses which keeps them stay remarkably cool.
In the afternoon, the narrow streets are almost deserted. Even in the shade, the cobblestones radiate the heat they have soaked up during the morning. People stay inside. Me, I’m getting into the post-lunch siesta.
It’s a metaphor for life in Portugal. It sounds corny, but you need to flow with the elements; accept the weather and make the most of it, appreciate that Portuguese people will offer you all the help they can, but you must be patient. Everyone gets the same attention. It takes time.
Over and over again — in shops, restaurants, hostels and train stations— I am deeply impressed by how incredibly nice the Portuguese people are. They go out of their way to give you directions or advice or offer to help you in all kinds of ways.
Today was another example. I Had lunch at this modest little neighborhood restaurant in the center of Tomar on this brutally hot day (temp expected to hit 110F). The young waitress, Joana, spoke good English and went out of her way to give me a city map and tell me all about the local sights and area attractions. It makes such a wonderful impression.
I am here in Tomar in central Portugal for a couple of days after finishing my Workaway gig at O Vale dos Cavalos.