Heading out from Porto, we made our way to Aveiro, a small old fishing village known as the ‘Portuguese Venice’ thanks to its canals. The drive proved interesting, as we quickly learnt that whilst avoiding toll roads was good on the budget, it did mean encountering some pretty windy narrow roads, a large volume of crazy Portuguese drivers (apparently excessive speeding, tail gating and dangerous overtaking is the norm) and prostitutes.. Prostitutes everywhere. Continue reading Fishing villages, big waves and man-sickness
As we made our way across the border from Spain to Portugal I was excited to venture into another country. We had been in Spain the longest of any country in the past few months (not that I don’t love Spain, because I do).
Oviedo was our next stop as we were gradually making our way towards Portugal. The capital of Spanish cider, Oviedo features a street of sidrerias (cider houses) where you will be served a local cider in the traditional way. The waiter holds the bottle of cider over their head and pours the cider into a glass held below. Cider spills everywhere, but at the same time is oxygenated. So you drink your small glass quickly and wait for it to happen again. It was rather entertaining. Continue reading Cider country!
Reluctantly leaving our accommodation at the cave house in Gomezan, we made our way to Oviedo. But not without a visit to Lagos de Covadonga (Lakes of Covadonga). This place was incredible.. just incredible. And while Ian just about shat himself driving up the (very) winding and (very) narrow road perched on the edge of cliffs, I found it quite exhilarating. Continue reading Lakes of Covadonga
Next stop – Seville. I really didn’t remember all that much from the last time we visited years ago. That said, we had decided to forgo some of the sightseeing and instead went to the theme park so maybe that was the reason. But I really loved Seville this time.. there was a buzzing atmosphere with people spilling out of bars and cafes onto the street, families hanging out in the squares and just a general sense of activity. Continue reading Seville