Lisbon, again

Lisbon, again

04/01/10
Fermin came again and picked us up in Vigo. He took us to get our stuff we had left in Romarigaes. I left a hacky sack on the table for Francisco. He and I had watched a video of the world Champion Hacky Sacker when we had stayed with them before.

Even though it seemed a long way when we were walking, all these places we had been were actually fairly close together by car. Fermin insisted on making sure that we got where we needed to go. We hoped to catch a train from Ponte de Lima to Lisbon, however there was no train there. So Fermin drove us to Viana do Castelo. We tried to give him money for gas, but he wouldn’t take it. He said we would do the same for him if he was in our country.

We checked in with Duarte and Teressa who happened to be home for lunch at the time we arrived. They said that if it was a long wait for the train to come back and wait with them. However, when we got to the train, we had only a few minutes until it left. So we hugged and kissed Fermin on both cheeks and were gone.

The hostel in Lisbon was busy, full and not such a nice place to be. Eric and I had to sleep in separate rooms. It was just before the Easter weekend and someone told us that all the Spanish come to Portugal for their week long holiday. The Portuguese only get three days for the holiday. It was party time in the hostel. We began to worry that there wouldn’t be many accommodations available when we got to the south of Portugal where it’s sunny and warm and surly everybody would be going there.

Eric checked with the clerk and reserved a room in the only town on the southern coast where one was available; Portimao.

So after a nights sleep, we’re off to Portimao!