The morning was a slow one, rising late, a leisurly breakfast & confidences exchanged…it felt like God had an appointment booked for my friend & I
We walked up to the Sao Bento station, stopping in shops, admiring street artists in various forms, tasting & buying jam & chutney
The station with over 250 000 hand painted tiles, has become a tourist attraction & we heard many languages from gazing people all over the place
Then up to the Cathedral of Se to admire the facade & the view from the hill & onto the Luize Ponte 1, a bridge designed by a student of Eiffel.
Although it looks & seems to be quite safe, it brought some latent fear of heights out in me & it was rather a challenge to cross. I did however force myself to take photos from the bridge as it is definitely pretty enough to justify it.
Across the bridge & onto a cablecar that offered a different view onto the old town of Porto
In Gaia, we wandered through some stalls, had lunch in the mercado & retraced our steps back, only stopping for some Portuguese ice cream & to admire some merchandise
As one of our group is staying on, we were able to rest & shower before our Uber to the airport
Nice & early, we booked in & at security was stopped because of the olive oil & port we were transporting
I was so disappointed, I responded like a typical red-blooded woman, I burst into tears
The security manager was very empathetic, but adamant, however suggested that we try & book our extra bag as fragile
We duly did, back to the TAAG counter, through overweight bags & back to security
This time, my friend was stopped for another olive oil tin…which was missed on round 1! But with no extra bags to pack it in, we abandoned the tin
To help us forget the ordeal, we replaced the lost tin can in duty free, customs presented no problems & a latte each restored our gutzpa
& back on the plane, with non-functional electronics & a long flight ahead…I am ready to go home