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Thursday 10 August 2017

Wednesday night and Thursday in Mira, Costo Nova and Aviera

Following a very much needed nap, we came back downstairs to a huge dinner of seafood stew.  It was absolutely delicious,  but Silverio thought immediately that I didn’t like it because I did not take a very large serving.  It was wonderful, but it had only been tow hours since we had been fed a huge “snack” of fruits and cheeses and sausage. 

Following dinner, we headed out into the village of Mira and walked a coulple kilometres on the beach road. On our return,  both these intrepid travellers were so tired that we fell into bed and fell fast asleep.

I woke late on Thursday morning,  and since my dear wife was still in bed,  and our hosts were not to be seen,  I went and explored the same few kilometres of the beach road on my own in the sunlight.  It was a beautiful walk, and a great way to start the day.  Upon my return,  Becky was ready to get up, and so we were once again treated to a huge plate of fresh figs and cheeses as a breakfast.  Speaking as one who usually doesn’t eat much for breakfast,  this was a veritable feast.









After a little time socializing with Silverio and Lourdes, we went to the home of their friend João who had prepared a meal of Feijuada, a very traditional meal of beans, vegetables and various kinds of meats, slowly stewed together.  Silverio’s daughter was also here visiting from France,  and so to have enough room,  we ate at the table of the outdoor summer kitchen.  As this lunch was being prepared, the wine bottles were once again opened,  and you could not set your glass down without it being refilled with beautiful red wine.  While the Feijuada was finishing, we went for a walk to give João a chance to show us his gardens.  First we met the pig that he would butcher in December.  Afterwards, we saw his orchard of plums, apples,  pears, and English Walnuts.  At the very back of the garden there were also the most beautiful wild rasberries. With a handful of these berries, we headed to the summer kitchen to enjoy the meal.










João proved himself to be an amazing cook, and the feijuada was phenominal. The company was even better.  We talked and joked, ate and drank, and enjoyed the relaxed environment. Lunch lingered until nearly 4:00.

After Lunch,  Silverio went off to assist a neighbour to dig his potatoes, while Lourdes accompanied Becky and I on an exploration of the beach and coastal region. Our first stop along the way was the town of Costa Nova.   This beautiful seaside town is filled with traditional Portuguese architecture, but the buildings are all painted in bright and different colours.  The colour that you choose to paint your house bears testimony to the colour of your chosen Football team. Judging by the variety as you drive down the street,  there must be some real rivalries in these neighbourhoods.  It is a total delight to the eyes.  We got to the beach, which was far more calm than yesterday,  and Becky got her first opportunity to get her feet into the Atlantic Ocean.




From Costa Nova, we carried on to Aviera.  This city is just across the river from Costa Nova, and has smaller rivers running through it.  Beautiful traditional river boats take tourists on to see the  city from the riverview.  We walked through the city to get to the old rail station.  This station is decorated inside and out with the blue mosaic tiles that are a part of the local artistry.  Each of the mosaics depicts another part of the local history.  Sadly, the interior of the station was closed due to construction,  but we got to se many of the mosaics on the outside of it.




On the walk back to the car, we stopped at a little café to get ice cream and a bottle of water, before falling exhausted into the seats of the car, and driving back to Mira. 

As I write this,  I am stretched out on the bed.  Becky’s breathing certainly sounds like she is sleeping. It has been a very full day, and there is still dinner and most likely an evening walk still in our future.


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