Iberian Voyage 19 - Lisbon. to Óbidos

Sunday April 21

Second day of the post trip. We are leaving on the bus at 9 am. Portugal is a hilly country and this morning we see fog. It’s sometimes quite eerie.

Finally about an hour later we are in Óbidos, a medieval town on a hill encircled by a city wall. But first we see this viaduct leftover by the Romans. 

We are heading to the city gate. 

Inside the gate a place to pray for it. Somebody was making nice music. 

Isn’t this an enchanted place? Joana is giving us details of many of the buildings but I am afraid that my head is already on overload. I am just happy looking around and admiring. 

Juana took us into this church “Igreja de Santa Maria de Óbidos”. Unfortunately I can not find a link to it on the internet. Joana knew a lot about the important details and artwork. 

When we walked a little further Joana had one of her little surprises for us. 

This was called “Ginja”, Portuguese liqueur served in a little chocolate cup. It was very nice. 

Then we had some free time until we had to be on the bus at the appointed time. 

James and I took a wrong turn and the streets were a bit more difficult than we would have liked. We managed though and soon we were on better grounds again. 

When we passed one of the many gift shops I saw these nativities. Yes, peanuts are here everywhere. James just said “please don’t”. Ha-ha, I was only tempted a split second. 

The bus drove back to Lisbon a different way and Joana got off with those who wanted an optional (shopping) walk. It was after 1 pm by now and we were happy to go back to the hotel. 

It was Sunday. We decided to have that short walk to the Aldi we had seen earlier. It was interesting and fun. 

Well, yes, we were thirsty. But at 3 pm (when it was /0 am at home) we wanted to join the Sunday service streamed from home live. For us that is always a special time. Martha knew we wanted to do it and she waved during the peace to us. 

At 5 another little walk finding an ATM for some Euro cash. 

Later we joined Joana and some others for a walk to dinner. 

When we finally seemed to be where she led us too we couldn’t quite believe it. The facade was nothing special, some steps up through a door and more steps but then…

And more steps. 

And then … amazing.  

Our little group with a very special antique tiles background. 

We had a very nice time. But then it was time to walk home. 

Yes, this was the entrance. Who would have thought?

What a day! I am so happy that I gave this written down now. All these adventures are starting to be jumbled up. It is nice to be able to read about everything again. 

Iberian Voyage 18 - Lisbon 3

Saturday April 20

The trip has ended for most and we had to say goodbye to fellow travelers we really had enjoyed to be with. We had breakfast with Susan and Peter. They were leaving this morning.

James and I were staying for the Post Trip and the trip leader for all “leftovers” from all groups is Joana. We were told to bring our walking sticks today because it would be uphill in the beginning.

I had found this detox drink at the buffet. May be that will help?

We started at 10 am with a walking tour. And it was very steep uphill in the beginning … passing an ALDI near our hotel. James did good. We saw many nice houses on the way. We went into a narrow way here for a view. We had to squash the walls when a car came through. I would not want to be a driver here. 

Another great view this time from a plaza. Because it’s weekend and lovely weather people are leisurely walking/sitting around. 

This is part of the city’s public transport, going forth and back on this steep hill. 

Another of the many churches. Joana told us about Igreja de São Roque . It was built by Jesuits with the idea/message that a church should be plain on the outside but beautiful on the inside, just like people should be. 

It is breathtakingly beautiful on the inside. The craftsmanship of the carvings and marble inlays was awesome. 

There was some lace but unfortunately not so breathtaking. 

Two religious floats for carrying through streets on festivals as we have seen in Spain, just not so large and heavy.

The walk continued. How about this message: beer speaks, people mumble?

Lunch time! It’s a typical place just like the one where we heard the fado music. But not at lunch. 

After lunch the afternoon was free-time for all. Kathy and Judy had wanted to go to Fatima and had asked us whether we were interested too. Joana had arranged a driver for us to take us there, another pilgrimage site in the Roman Catholic Church. 

James and I had heard about Fatima but really didn’t know anything about it. No preparation for this visit because we didn’t know we were going to have this chance. The above link explains it quite well. 

The drive was a bit more than an hour. The driver took us first to a nice place to use the WC and incidentally there was a gift shop. But it was all good. 

Then we went to the houses the three shepherding children had lived. That was a bit of a money maker. In the gift shop we met the youngest sister of those children. 

Then we went to the pilgrim site which I think used to be the field where the miracles supposedly had happened. We were very confused. Judy and Kathy, who are catholic, too. 

To the left is a very large church. 

To the right must have been a place were also something had happened. On the straight white line from one side to the other (a few) pilgrims would scoot along on their knees. It looked like pure agony. 

On the left before the large church was a smaller open air chapel and next to it where you could buy candles in all sizes and forms. There was actually a box which had wax pieces in it looking like body parts: baby heads and bodies. 

And there was a “pyre” where people were in line to throw in their candles. 

The church was impressive but had also the graves of the children in it. 

Since I like nativities I could not help myself taking aa photo of this. 

… with shadows on the wall. 

Then we were driven back to the hotel which too again an hour and a half. The driver was very accommodating. The four of us talked in the car and thought it was good that we had gone. Definitely something to ponder. 

We were also free for dinner (not included) but James and I were not really hungry.  We decided though to go out, wander about and find a place for a little something. Not far was a restaurant Dote which looked very nice and Joana had recommended. It ended up being a great experience. We sat in the middle of three tables for two. On our right was and older couple. He spoke just a little English but he had just taken a photo of his wife in her fine wardrobe in lively colors and he was proud showing this photo to me. We chatted a bit. When they were finished they were going across the street for classical music. 

On our other side was a younger couple and the lady asked where we were from. Both couples were local and she said that people from US were not there often. We tried our few new Portuguese words too and it was all very nice. When the younger couple left she surprised me by saying that we were nice people and she “had to” give me a hug and the customary peg on each cheek. That was a great traveler moment, not tourist moment. 

Besides, food and drink were very nice too. 

Back at the hotel we went to the roof bar for a nightcap. What a day this had been. 

Yes, another awesome day. How lucky and blessed we are