4. 25, 26, 27 March Obidos, Porto, Vila de Conde
25 March 2019
Drove from Lisbon to Porto yesterday.
Short cab ride to the airport to pick up rental car then 180 miles north
to Porto on stellar highways with almost no traffic. Very calm drive except for all the Audis blowing
by us at Autobahn speeds. Well
maintained Interstate type highways were almost empty and I was reminded of the
almost unnecessary Interstate 91 which runs through northeast Vermont. One
the way we stopped into Obidos, a “thoroughly charming” (as the guide book put
it) town for a short walk and lunch.
Obidos is a very well preserved medieval village surrounded by the
original wall from the 14th century.
Back in the day at least one king of Portugal was married there although
nowhere in the town are there signs of extravagance. The area of the town is not much larger than
a football field but I counted six churches with most of them out of commission
and probably unnecessary since this town couldn’t have many residents other
than those selling tourist tchotchkes. Narrow streets, white walls, orange
tiled roofs, ancient fortifications and, of course, tourists. Jason and I broke off the downtown street and
made our way to untraveled upper paths where there were some apartments and
small houses in various states of occupancy, disrepair or rehabilitation. There were great views into the valley that
Obidos sits over. One end of the upper street
emptied back onto the main street where we found an old church that had been
converted to a book store. Regardless
of the language, I will browse any bookstore.
In this one I found David McCullough and Phillip Roth titles in
Portuguese. Phillip Roth is read in
Portugal? Is it possible Portuguese have
read “Portnoy’s Complaint”?
Had a bland lunch in Obidos and after a day in Porto, I’ll have to
summarize our culinary experience here.
Hits and misses.
Another two-and-a-half-hour drive to Porto with Jason at the wheel and me
co-piloting with Google Maps. Jason had
learned that ~30% of Portugal’s population live in the Lisbon area and I
believe it since the three to four hours we’ve been on the road up to Porto has
been very rural. Although Porto is
Portugal’s second biggest city, we blew into town quick and easily.
Our Porto hotel, Pestana Palacio do Freixo, is on the banks Douru River
and as fancy as it sounds. Maria, who
designed and booked the entire trip, was expecting a river view but our rooms face
the other way towards an enormous liquefied gas storage facility. Still, a very nice place with a staff that
hello’s you and have a nice day’s you to death.
One huge upside of this place is
the pool which is big enough for Maria to get some laps in. As her husband of 52 years, I can attest to
the improvement of Maria’s overall view of life that results from a swim. The day was a long schlep so we just hung
out at the hotel and planned our next two days here in Porto.
March 26th
Porto is one of those postcard-worthy dramatic European cities. The old city slopes up from the banks of the
Douru River with palaces, churches, fine old buildings and occasional traffic-free
streets. The architecture of old Porto
is astounding. First thing this morning we
took a short boat ride along the city’s energetic riverfront and then spent the
day touring one area to the next and all were breathtaking. One odd head-shaking stop was a large new colorful
storefront in which the only goods sold were cans of Sardines and a few other
types of canned fish. I could not resist
buying a can of sardines and a can of smoked trout. Maria, not much a fish eater and a hater of
sardines, looked like she was going to gag.
Every corner we turned in Porto revealed another ancient vista which
propelled us further into the old town. But
by late afternoon we were spent and flagged down an aggressive cab driver who barreled
us back to our hotel. Along the way, two
ladies rightfully flipped our driver the bird since he’d almost killed
them. Crazy cab drivers notwithstanding,
if I had to pick between Lisbon and Porto, I’d pick Porto. I think we all were in agreement on this
one. Porto is certainly one of my
favorite European city stops – and that’s saying a lot since cities wear me
down pretty quickly. I don’t know how
people live vast worlds of concrete and granite.
If I had to pick a country for culinary delights, Portugal wouldn’t be my
first pick – but it would not be last either.
We’ve had a couple of great meals here, but also some humorous
misfires. When we were checking out of
our Lisbon hotel, the concierge told us Porto was his favorite city and I can
see why. It’s amazing. He also recommended his favorite Porto restaurant,
but on this one, his pick left us suspicious.
He recommended “Francesinhas Al Forno da Baxia” because of their
wonderful “Francesinhas” meals. A
Francesinhas meal, at least at this restaurant, consists of a bit of every meat available in Portugal
slipped between two pieces of what we think is deep fried bread. The whole contraption is then topped with
melted cheese and then buried in and covered with a Poutine like gravy. All four of us ordered one version or the
other of their Francesinhas but it turned out that one Francesinhas would have
been enough for all four of us. Even
then it might have been too much for a number of reasons.
The very weird thing about this culinary experience is that Maria booked reservations
on-line and the only time available was a relatively early 6:30. When we arrived the 40 or 50 seat restaurant
was completely empty. By 7:30 the
restaurant was mobbed with the four of us and one other patron – seriously. I am not exaggerating.
27 March
After breakfast Jason drove us downtown and found a rare parking space along
the banks of the Douru River under the Porto Douro, a very high bridge across
the river to the southern side of Porto.
From the river we took a funicular (elevator car) up to the second level
of the bridge which has nice pedestrian walkway with fantastic views of the old
city. Once over the bridge, we headed back
down to the river bank on that side where multitudes go to taste the
Douru region’s famous Port Wine, which is far too sweet for me. But the view across to the city was well
worth the hike.
Since we wanted one look at the coast before we headed inland tomorrow,
the concierge thought we should drive a bit up the coast and visit her home
town of Matoshinos where we’d find beaches and great seafood. We probably didn’t communicate with her well
since what we ended up finding was something akin to an industrial park near
the ocean. But we soldered further up
the coast to Vila do Conde, and nice seaside town with a beautiful coast, a non-touristed
downtown and a wonderful sandwich shop that hit all the right notes. Laurie took good care of herself at lunch by
ordering a huge chocolate crepe. It was
a serious chocolate crepe but Laurie is a serious chocoholic.
Almost never made it back to our hotel when both Jason’s and my GPS would
not wake up. We might have found our way
anyway, but it would have been tough.
After ten minutes back on the road, the GPS’s woke up and we arrived
back in Porto alive.
Fellow traveler Jason, whose last name is Lamanna, always assumed he had
Italian heritage even though his father was adopted into the Lamanna clan. He and Laurie had one of those DNA tests
recently and he found out he has no Italian genes whatsoever. He had been in a funk about this but now that
he’s in Portugal, he’s pleased to advertise his newly discovered Iberian
background which did show up in his DNA screen.
A word about dinner napkins in Portugal.
They are maybe four square inches, which is the size of a few postage
stamps. They are abrasive and non-absorbent. Wax paper might be a better choice. We have been laughing at them the whole
trip.
Tonight we had our best meal on the trip. The Riberia was down on the waterfront and
was just top notch. Grouper, Tiger
Prawns the size of right whales and salted cod along with some delicious
seafood soup. We struck up a
conversation with the two young American couples next to us and it turns out one
couple had just arrived from Oregon and were visiting the other couple who now live
in Porto. He’s a professional basketball
player for Porto and his wife played basketball for UC Santa Barbara. I blew
his mind when I told him I went to high school with Kareem Abdul Jabbar.
Entry into town of Obidos
View from Obidos to countryside
Former church - now bookstore
Infamous Francesinhas meal at
Francesinhas Al Forno da Baxia
7:30 PM at crowded Francesinhas Al Forno da Baxia
Had to show up at 6:30 because after that
there were no tables available...?
Porto shop devoted to canned sardine
Fonte Ledes (Fountain of Lions) in Porto
One of Maria's favorite views in Porto
Along Ro do Almada in Porto
A very large pedestrian friendly boulevard
North end of Ro do Almada in Porto
Rooftops of Old Porto
Igreja de St Lourencon
Maybe the biggest cathedral in Porto
Palacio de Freixo in Porto
Our hotel for three nights
View of Porto from Porto Douro bridge
View of heart of old Porto from Douro River
Old narrow church on river banks of Douro River
Seaside in Vila do Conde an hour north of Porto
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