.... when you think it can't get worse

then comes the next day.

With 97% humidity at 27 degrees, we had to hike to Ponte de Lima, or should I say, crawl. For a long time, there was nothing along the way. No restaurant, no bar, nothing. Finally, we found a stone bench where an old British couple, who had left their luggage in our Quinta, arrived a little later. But even with mini backpacks, they were exhausted. Can you call it compensation when you're walking through beautiful scenery? Somehow, yes, there were also free grapes, figs, and apples along the way - very tasty! As we neared the city, we were greeted with bustling activity. 🤪 Oh, how wonderful, finally a festival! Along our way, floats and music groups were getting ready for a kilometer-long parade. People hurried past us with folding stools - we had a feeling that this night wouldn't be peaceful...