Rusty White, a van on tour

The lady at the visitor center in Seia had said the day before, that it wouldn't rain the next day, as it had right then.  She was right. It didn't rain. It poured! At around 8 o'clock the water came down in troves. But only for about an hour. Once the rain had stopped, we made our way to the starting point for the trail up Torre. Which involved driving up that very mountain till almost to the top. For three quarters of the way the visibility was roughly 20 meters. Exactly what you want, driving up a windy mountain road. For the last few kilometers it did open up, though, and suddenly it was nice and sunny. The small parking spot from where to start the trail is only about 2km down the road from the actual summit. You can see it very clearly and this is where you start feeling cheated. At least if you are into hiking. If you are not, keep on driving for three more minutes. Same difference. See that white speck there in the middle on the ridge? That's me!!! Having asked

After my human got back from Berlenguas, we headed over to Òbidos, only 30km down the road. It is meant to be one of the prettiest towns in Portugal and of course, we had to see for ourselves.  And yes, as far as we can tell, obviously not having seen every town in the country, this definitely is a standout. It’s a tiny town, still surrounded by it’s town walls, dating back almost 1500 years. You can almost do a full circle on top of the walls, getting wonderful views of the settlement as well as the surroundings. It being a Sunday, there were a lot of tourists around. There was also a literature festival going on at the time. Seems logical if you know, that Òbidos calls itself “City of literature” and was designated “Creative City” by UNESCO in 2015. After strolling through the narrow alleys and ducking into some of the many book shops, we left this very picturesque place to get to our final destination of the day, Nazarè. Nazarè is known the world over for the biggest surf waves anyw