January 25, 2022

Kayaking in the Florida Everglades - January 2022





Kayaking in the Everglades was a great way to spend some days in January. I joined friends, Paula and Chuck, on a Road Scholar tour. The Everglades is a huge wetland in southern Florida which consists of many canals, some natural and some man-made. There are also rivers and lakes with a combination of freshwater, salt water and brackish water. Many areas are sawgrass prairies, which have sharp serrated edges. We kayaked for about four hours three mornings and saw plenty of alligators, very docile, soaking up the sun, but no pythons which are eating all the small animals in the area. One day we saw turtles basking in the sun. We observed orchids and air plants growing primarily on the cypress trees and live oaks (has a very small leaf). Spanish moss (not Spanish and not moss) hangs from trees. It is an epiphyte that absorbs nutrients and water through its own leaves from the air and rain.


 Paula and I shared a kayak; we had tandem kayaked before near Vancouver Island and Baja, Mexico. Most of the paddling was leisurely except for one time when we were crossing a lake and we had a strong head wind. Usually, in the  canals, there was little or no wind, current, or tide. Red Mangroves are plentiful in certain areas along the canals and one day we went through several “tunnels'' where the mangrove branches and roots form a tunnel which required steering as we passed through them; we did our best, but  banged now and again into the roots and branches. We visited a research and visitors center, Rookery Bay where we went on a tour in the forest where there were many different kinds of trees, so different from Minnesota trees. Settlers had tried to settle in the area, but the soil was bad and the bugs were impossible. We saw many water birds: egrets, blue, green, and tri-colored herons, Ibis, cormorants, king fishers, anhingas, pelicans, and vultures. We did one evening paddle where we were able to see  beautiful clouds dotting the sky as the sun was setting. As we paddled back to the landing, gleaming orange alligator eyes glared at us. 


We attended lectures in the afternoon or evening and learned about the history of the Everglades and attempts made to develop the area. People objected to the development and eventually the ideas were abandoned. It was also an area that would have been difficult to develop. The canals are not very deep and there is a limestone base. It’s partly a National Park and there is also a reserve, Big Cypress Nature Reserve, where some of the land is privately owned and motorized airboats and swamp buggies can be used, and people can hunt and fish. A big Restoration project was started in 2000 to restore, protect and preserve the Everglades.


Everglades City Is a pathetic little town where people live off of tourism and fishing. It has to be a miserable wet place in the summer. Stone Crab is a specialty found there - delicious. Only one claw is harvested on each crab, and then it grows back in about a year. We sampled those and also ate some delicious fish and seafood at different restaurants. We were well taken care of. It was an excellent tour with knowledgeable leaders, and I learned a great deal and had fun.



                                                              Red Mangrove


Cardinal Air Plant

                                                                        
                                                            Everglades City

December 05, 2019

Chile: 2019



Susan, Lynda, Glenda, Darlene


Wet and cold is a good description of our holiday in southern Chile; it was spring, but early spring. On “good” days it sprinkled intermittently, maybe a downpour and then a light shower. On bad days it poured, rain beating down hard all day or all night or both. We were, however, in a temperate rain forest much of the time so wet is not unusual. We were able to do some hiking, but not as much as we would have liked. I traveled for about a month with my three Chile teacher friends: English Sue, Scottish Lynda, and Canadian Glenda, my good friends from the late 60’s when we taught at Santiago College, and lived and traveled together. This was our fifth trip together, our third in Chile; nine years ago we had made a similar trip. At the beginning and also at the end we stayed with our good friend Erica, from England, who lives in Santiago and was also a teacher. There were some new highways, and many sections under construction. It was fun being back and exploring both familiar and new places. We also stayed at a couple of the same hostels. We did not have a set itinerary, and more or less made it up as we went along. It was early enough in the tourist season that we didn’t have to worry about reservations; many tourist spots  were still closed. We stayed in places that provided breakfast, then made sandwiches for lunch, and in the afternoon we would open a bottle of wine before going out for dinner and then finish it off while we played a game later in the evening.

We flew south to Puerto Montt and rented a car since it’s over 1000 kilometers  (620 miles) from Santiago, and we wanted to be in the south. We put about 2500 kilometers or 1500 miles on the car. We spent a few days by Lake Llanquihue at one of our favorite hostels, Zapato Amarillo, near Puerto Octay, run by a charming Swiss couple, and then headed north on two-lane highways through mostly rolling countryside with lots of cattle, and later sheep.  We passed several large lakes on our way to make a repeat visit to Judith and Roberto who live north of Pucon. We drove through small towns with large housing developments on the hillsides, this is a new phenomena, at least before they weren’t so apparent, now these small houses are crowded together having the look of “little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same.”

We had a lovely stay with Judith and Roberto and learned all about their business of making rolls every morning to be sold at the local grocery store. We got to eat them warm every morning with a selection of Judith’s delicious fruit jams. They also raise strawberries commercially, a new enterprise, which hopefully will be very successful as the plants mature. Since it was spring, there were plenty of spring flowers: lilacs, rhododendrons, broom, gorse, notro, a red flowering tree, and the violet blossoms of the jacaranda tree. Their beautiful property high on a hill has  fruits, vegetables, and geese, ducks, chickens, turkey, and a goat. They work very hard, but obviously enjoy their work. While in the area we visited the National Park of Huerquemue where we had spectacular views of Volcano Villarica, and then  the hot springs, Los Pozoes. Another day we drove up to the pass to Argentina where we could see Volcano Larnin and many Araucanian pine trees, also called monkey puzzle trees.
Volcano Villarica
Araucanian or Monkey Puzzle Trees and Volcano Larnin
 After Pucon, we turned around and headed south again through mountains with lots of  pine trees and eucalyptus, this time to Puerto Fuy on Lake Pirehueico where we took over the hostel, each having our own room because we were the only guests. An impressive enterprising woman owned and ran the hostel. The snow-covered Volcano Choshenco loomed in the distance; we took a boat trip across the pristine lake where the tall pine trees on cliffs extended right down to the water. There were also beautiful yellow mimosa trees on the shore. There is almost no private property on the lake, and we hardly saw any buildings. We also visited the Huilo Huilo Reserve and did some hiking there. For three evenings we ate delicious lake trout.  

Volcano Choshenco

Lake Pirehueico
Then we headed south again to Puerto Montt where we would take the Austral highway south. This highway hadn’t been built the last time we were there, and lots of construction is still going on; some places warned us of potholes. The highway goes all the way south in Chile from Puerto Montt to Punta Arenas and Tierra del Fuego (2500 kilometers, over 1500 miles). We took a short ferry, then drove to Hornopirén where we ended up staying the night in a cold cabin, but after a delicious meal in a warm and cozy restaurant. Getting on the ferry the next day was going to be a matter of luck, and we had it. We were third on the wait list and we managed to squeeze on. Glenda had a long chat with two young enthusiastic French women cyclists who were going all the way south. The ferry took us half the day past mountains and fish farms in very isolated areas. Then off the ferry to wait for the next ferry. We chatted with a number of people waiting in their vehicles, ate peanuts offered by a nut salesman and tried the stalks of the giant rhubarb-like plant, gunnera.
Our white Chev just got squeezed on.
We eventually got to Puerto Gonzales where there was next to nothing and started on the gravel road which eventually became paved, to Chaiten. It was very wet with waterfalls, huge ferns, gunnera (rhubarb) and other plants. We arrived cold and damp in Chaiten and gravitated to the once elegant hotel on the main street. Chaiten is a pathetic little flat town on a gulf of the Pacific; it has the look and feel of a pioneer town. There had been a volcanic eruption in 2008 and it had taken three years for basic services to be restored. Before the eruption, 5000 people lived in the town, but now there are 3000. Because of low clouds, we never saw the volcano. The woman who owned the hotel had lived there 40 years. She was anxious to get us warmed up and brought propane stoves into our rooms. We requested hot water, but never got a consistent warm flow. She served us excellent breakfasts and made sure we had lots of food available to make lunches. We were almost the only guests in the hotel.

Chaiten
We did a hike in the rain to see a towering 4000-year-old Alerce or Patagonia Cypress tree. We also checked out part of the new Pumalín National Park that consist of more than 2 million acres (810,000 hectares) of wilderness in Chile and Argentina that Douglas Tomkins and his second wife, Kris, (North Face and Patagonia) had  bought and conserved  in the 1990’s. “They focused on park creation, wildlife recovery, ecological agriculture and activism with the goal of saving biodiversity” (Wikipedia). In 2017 the park was gifted to Chile. We also drove to an impressive suspension bridge 45 kilometers south of Chaiten. Our plan had been to keep heading south, but rain was predicted everyday and clouds covered the mountains and glaciers, so we decided to escape and take the ferry west to the island of Chiloé.


Alerce tree
On Chiloé Island we spent several days in the capital city of Castro in a crazy pink hotel with blue trim; we visited some markets and wandered in an area where the houses were on stilts called patafitos, and were even invited into a home. The tide is huge so when it is low tide it is really low and when it is high tide it’s about six meters (almost 20 feet) higher.  When we left Castro, we headed to an island where several UNESCO designated wooden churches are located. They have wooden shingles and are quite lovely. Meanwhile I continued my collection of photos of different colored and shaped shingles on houses. We eventually made it to Puerto Varas where we found a wonderful German hotel. Germans settled Southern Chile in the 1850’s, and also after the wars. Puerto Varas is very upscale with nice hotels, apartment buildings, shopping centers and a boardwalk along the lake. We were back to Lake Llanquihue, where we had started. We decided to drive to Ensenada; “a beautiful village with a lovely beach” which ended up being a string of mostly closed resorts and cabins strung out on the highway. We found a cabin near a beach and once we got it warm with the wood-burning stove, it was very pleasant, although mornings were cold until we got the stove going again.

The oldest church, Achao, 1730
Our cabin
Lake Lllanquihue
We ended up staying there five nights and had fun exploring the area, reading and playing games. There was a small hiking trail nearby that we went on several times, and walked to the beach with interesting clouds hanging over the volcanoes of Osorno and Calbuco. Early in the morning it was extremely calm and the water undulated inward, later waves would appear and often white caps. Sometimes one could see the volcanoes, other times they were enshrouded with clouds.  We took the boat trip from Petrohué to Peulla, which we had taken last time on Lake Todos Los Santos. We had seen the spectacular volcanoes then and we hoped to repeat that experience, so looking at the weather forecast, we chose the one sunny clear day we would have that week. And it was! Clear and sunny and beautiful, and we saw the three volcanoes, Osorno, Puntiaguido, and Tronador, plus other snow-capped mountains. This lake is well populated with over 100 private properties. It was used as a trade route between Agentina and Chile at the turn of the century and tourism started in 1910. It was a lovely day trip over to the hotel complex of Peulla and back.

Volcano Osorno

Volcano Puntiaguido
Another day we took the highway to Cochamó. We drove along estuary Reloncavi with many fish farms. Eleven kilometers of the road were under construction and I got to drive on the soft and muddy road with loose gravel, with not only pot holes, but signs that warned of “profound holes.” There were also dump trucks entering and exiting and other heavy construction machines on the road. The little town was calm and quiet with few people in sight. We walked around a bit, ate lunch, and then returned to Ensenada.

A couple of days later we were off to Santiago where temperatures were in the 80’s. Demonstrations in Santiago started while we were there. and elsewhere in the country; they were even occurring in the small towns that we visited.  One of the main areas of protest was near Erica’s apartment and we could hear the crowds of people and also see smoke. It became violent with vandalism, and traffic lights didn’t work so crossing the street was often a challenge. It started with a raise of subway and bus fares, but then soon extended to other injustices, low pensions, poor education, poor health service, and people were demands for a new constitution. The rich were getting richer, and the poor, poorer. I think issues were slowly getting resolved, at least there was progress in the right direction. Time will tell.

A vandalized subway entrance.
After the others left, I decided to visit the third largest city of Valparaiso, the most important port since  I hadn’t been there since 1968. It is built on steep hillsides with stairs, narrow alleyways, and elevators. I also wanted to see the famous street art. I took a free tour, just as Paula and I had done in Lisbon. It was a good tour and I also wandered on my own and saw more. I’m glad I stayed on and made the trip. I also got to visit some women that I had met the year before, friends of Erica’s, Ann and Gloria. They live in a small town Olmué in a lovely home with a beautiful garden with flowers, fruit bushes and trees, cacti, and vegetables.

Street art in Valparaiso
It was an amazing trip even though the weather wasn’t great. Progress is being made in Chile as it becomes more developed; we didn’t see oxen plowing fields, only tractors, and huasos (cowboys) on horses are now a rare sight. Women were flag persons in constructions zones. We had a good time, and met some very nice people. The best part was of course being together again, chatting and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. We enjoyed Chilean wine and some wonderful fish and seafood. Erica and her husband, Pillallo, were wonderful hosts.

Lynda, Glenda, Pillallo, Darlene, Erica, Susan




February 20, 2019

Costa Rica, January 2019


Costa Rica was the perfect place to be in January when temperatures were way below zero in Minnesota and the snow fell and fell. I traveled for three weeks with my friend, KatieTrotzky, who has a cabin near mine. This was the third time I was in Costa Rica, the first time in 1969 when I was returning home from Chile by land and the second time in 2001 with a group of Girl Scouts.
We hiked, swam, soaked in hot springs, traveled by boat, horseback, and  walked on hanging bridges above the canopy. We saw sloths, coatis, a possum, an agouti, an olingo, peccaries (wild pigs), a tapir, and the four different monkeys: howler, spider, squirrel and white-faced or capuchin, crocodiles, and of course many birds, including toucans and scarlet macaws.
We hiked several times at the base of the volcano, Arenal, which erupted in 1968 with significant lava flow that destroyed several villages. We found an excellent and fun guide, Isaac, who took us on a couple of hikes near the base of the volcano. He spotted animals and birds and was a very knowledgeable naturalist. The green lushness of the tropical forest continually impressed us, especially when we saw huge plants that we struggle with as house plants at home. There are many hot springs in the area, and we spent an afternoon at a lovely commercial place with twelve different pools of various temperatures and gardens all around. The setting was very nice, but an even better setting was the natural hot spring river where we soaked following a morning of hiking. 
From Arenal and the very touristy town of La Fortuna, we traveled by jeep, then boat across Lake Arenal (which was created after the volcano eruption to both flood the destroyed town as a peaceful memorial and to generate power at a hydroelectric dam), then two hours on horseback through beautiful rolling countryside, followed by van to the Cloud Forest area of Santa Elena and Monteverde. It was windy and there were many windmills on the hillsides. In the Cloud Forest the clouds hang low and provide moisture to the plants that grow and intertwine with each other. The plants collect nutrients and moisture from the air, rain, and debris. We learned more about plants, animals and birds from the guide in the Santa Elena Reserve. We also went on an excellent night walk and saw a green venomous palm pit viper snake, the tiny red-eyed frog (Rufous-eyed stream frog), a sloth, a possum, an olingo, and a tarantula. The town of Santa Elena was more pleasant than La Fortuna which was very commercial in a negative, tacky way.

We next spent a couple of days in San Jose and went to several impressive museums, the Jade, Gold, and the National Museum. The gold items were small, but exquisite usually with tiny animals in the design, mostly charms used by shamen and jewelry. I also had a fun reunion with a Girl Scout leader who had stayed with me in Minnesota over 15 years ago; Katie went on a free walking tour of the city.

From San Jose we traveled south to Drake’s Bay. It was a four hour van ride to Sierpe, where we then boarded a boat on the crocodile infested Sierpe River for 45 minutes to Drake’s Bay, part of the Pacific Ocean. The “town” was small and built on hillsides. We stayed at a “hotel” (with maybe 8 rooms) up a hill that had a lovely outdoor eating area where we could loll in hammocks and bird and monkey watch. One day we took a boat to Caño Island to snorkel in clear warm water. The best was being in the midst of a large school of Big-eyed Jacks, slim silverfish about a foot long, hundreds of them weaving back and forth. We also saw many of the brightly colored little fish, just like in Finding Nemo! Another day we took an hour-long boat ride along the coast to the National Park of Cocovado. On the way we watched four male humpback whales lined up putting on a breaching and blowing show. They were incredible. The hike in the National Park again was superb because of the great guide from whom we learned even more about trees, plants, and animals. Besides birds and monkeys, we saw a crocodile, peccaries (wild pigs), and a huge juvenile tapir.
Our final destination was a beach in the north where it was very hot and dry. We ended up at Playa Potrero after a few false starts. We first spent a night in Tamarindo, a surf and party town, and knew we had to escape that atmosphere. We then found the very pleasant Hotel Isolina near the beach and with a very nice pool so we could alternate between the pool and the beach. Again there was a lovely outdoor eating area where we could bird watch. Down the beach within walking distance was an excellent restaurant.
One night we went to see female green sea turtles come ashore to build nests and lay eggs in the sand near the tree line. The process takes about three hours for them to clear the area, dig and then lay about 100 ping pong ball size eggs. We watched three huge turtles, about a meter in length, laboriously return to the water before they had even laid eggs. We were told they would return in several hours after we tourists left the beach. Survival rate is very low, 1 in 1000. Adults can live to be 80 years old and weigh 100-200 kilos.

All in all it was a fabulous trip. Costa Rica is known for ecotourism and they have an excellent park system and guides. Almost 30% of the land is in parks, reserves or refuges. Costa Rica has a long history of democracy, and they provide free education and health care for the people. The literacy rate is 97.6%. They have no military. Almost everyone has running water and electricity and a dish on their roof and sometimes two. As an example of public health, every single restroom we saw, no matter how remote/rural was the location, was immaculate, had flush toilets, toilet paper, a sink with soap and paper towels and a placard with reminders of the proper way to wash your hands AND to conserve water. Way better than the average SuperAmerica in the US. Over 98% of the energy produced in the country is from renewable sources, from hydroelectric to wind, solar and geothermal. The fruit was amazing, especially sweet and juicy pineapple. Bananas historically and currently is the main cash crop, with pineapple a close second. Coffee is also a major export. The county has also evolved economically beyond agricultural exports and tourism, to export electronics and medical components and IT services. Beyond the fruit, we ate delicious seafood and fish.
People were wonderful, very friendly and very helpful; Katie attributes this to the result of a living in a long standing democracy providing education and health care to all. Costa Ricans use the phrase “pura vida” to describe their lifestyle. While the phrase merely translates to “pure life”, it refers to the world view of the people: slow down, be aware of your good fortune, don’t take things for granted, and appreciate life around you. Good advice!

June 23, 2018

Portugal


Portugal was a three part adventure with my friend, Paula, a Macalester College friend for almost 60 years. We were in Lisbon for about a week, then a cruise on the Douro River, and finally a few days of biking and hiking in the Beiras, southeast of Porto.


 We started out in Lisbon at an Airbnb in the old part of town, Alfama, where cobblestone streets wind up hillsides. Here we listened to passionate fado music (emotional melancholic songs often about love) and visited the Fado Museum with an endless number of recordings of famous fado singers. Besides exploring Lisbon and getting spectacular views of the hilly city, we went to the medieval town of Evora with 14th century walls. We rode the bus there and saw endless rows of olive trees and grape vines. We wandered around the town, the best part being going up on the roof of the cathedral with views of the city and the interesting roof itself with spires and towers. Later, after some searching, we found the Roman Bath inside the Town Hall. It had been discovered in 1987, a nine meter pool had heated rooms for steam baths. We went to the Chapel of Bones where skulls and bones are arranged artistically. The bones are from over 5000 people. The quotation in the chapel is, “We bones that are here await yours.” The church also had a large display of nativity scenes, from traditional to modern, made of various materials, fabric, straw, ceramic, glass, and from various places, mostly Portugal and its former colonies.



Another excursion was to the town of Sintra, a very different experience since it was heavily forested  and spread out with palaces on the hillsides, and a Moorish castle. A young woman was our guide, a recent university graduate who couldn’t find work like the majority of university graduates, so she, like others we met, was taking advantage of the booming tourist industry. We decided to tour the Pena Palace, an example of 19th century Romanticism, inspired by Bavarian Palaces. Built in 1839, it has colorful domes, towers and spires, and a beautiful blue tiled courtyard. It was built in the Manueline style, highly decorative with nautical themes, twisted ropes across the ceilings and domes with coral and anchors; the armillary sphere used for navigation is also present.


 In Lisbon, we went on several free walking tours with “Take Lisboa.”  One was an alternative tour with a very enthusiastic young man, and an aspiring street artist. We looked at street art and graffiti, amazing murals in former working class neighborhoods. Some were political, others feminist, and some just artistic by different artists who had their own distinct styles. Another day we took the Belem tour into the historical part of Lisbon. We were by the Tejo River and saw the Statue of Discoveries that is a tribute to the explorers when Portugal was a mighty sea power in the 15th century.

In 1755 there was a huge earthquake on All Saints’ Day when thousands of people were killed because they were attending church and many of the churches collapsed. Fires and a tsunami followed the earthquake. After this, Marques de Pombal took change and the city was rebuilt as a modern city with wide avenues. We visited one cathedral in which the earthquake damage has never been repaired.

The second part of our trip was the main reason why Paula and I were in Portugal. We joined other Macalester alumni from our class on a Viking River Cruise on the Douro River (river of gold). Our group consisted of 18 out of a total of more than a hundred passengers, most of whom were Americans. We started out in Porto and we cruised up river to Spain and then returned. The hilly scenery was breathtaking, neatly laid out rows and rows of grape vines, some on very steep hillsides with terraced slopes. There were also olive and other trees, often trees delineated cultivated fields and properties. Quintas, estates where grapes are grown, had beautiful country homes and bodegas. Other properties had homes in ruins, while some areas were undeveloped and were rocky and uncultivated. There were several small towns and villages along the river, white buildings with red tile roofs, there were also some interesting bridges. Port wine is produced on the lower part of the river, the soil and climate being conducive to port. Further up river muscatel is the main wine. Previously, the riverboats brought the wine to Gaia, the port across from Porto, now trucks deliver the wine to the bodegas where the wine is stored in large oak barrels to age. We went to several bodegas to learn about the process and for tastings. I never knew there were so many different kinds of ports.


We had started out in Lisbon with the cruise people and visited the Mosteiro dos Jeronimos, the huge church and the cloisters, also in the Manueline style (nautical). Later we visited the Tile Museum with a vast array of impressive tiles. The following day a bus took us to the university town of Coimbra on the way to Porto, Portugal’s first university, founded in Lisbon in 1290 and relocated to Coimbra in 1537. It’s very prestigious and traditional and students wear black robes and capes. The most amazing place was the library which is a highly decorated Baroque wonder, with beautiful woods, frescos on the ceiling, and gilded shelves from floor to ceiling with many valuable ancient books. At night bats come out to eat the bugs that emerge from the books. Care is taken every evening to cover the tables to protect them from the bats, and of course everything must be cleaned up in the morning.

The following day we had a tour of Porto, also a very hilly city; all along the river there are brightly painted houses. We visited the cathedral high on a hill and the incredible train station with the interior walls covered with tiles depicting historic scenes. Several times Paula and I walked across the high metal bridge from Porto to Gaia, the port side of the river, completed in 1886 by a student of Eiffel. It’s a splendid bridge from which one gets great views of the riverfront.




Once on the boat, there were excursions everyday and informative lectures as we were cruising. We learned about the history of port wine, the history of Portugal and all about cork from which everything can be made these days besides corks, shoes, clothes, handbags, and jewelry. The boats remain in the ports at night because traveling can only be done in daylight. Going through five different locks was fascinating.

My favorite excursion was to Salamanca, the oldest university in Spain from the 18th century. It’s a very majestic city with beautiful stately buildings. We toured the city with a guide and later wandered on our own. In the main plaza a medallion on a column with Franco’s head had been permanently removed. We went to the Art Deco and Art Nouveau Museum which was impressive. Again Paula and I went up onto the roof and to the tower of the cathedral. We were in the bell room when the bells rang.

Another fascinating excursion was to Castelo Rodrigo, a small medieval fortress town on top of a hill from 1209. In the early 16th century there was a Jewish community here - those escaping the Inquisition - that lived among the local Christians. On a couple of door ways, we saw evidence of Jewish occupation. In the countryside there were round white structures that were pigeon houses,  places that Jews escaping from Spain could stay. The pigeons were primarily kept for guano, but they were also consumed. Delicious almonds were sold in this village since it was an area with almond groves.


Pigeon House
Another excursion was to a small town, Favaios, where muscatel wine is produced; 150 farmers in a co-op grow the grapes. This town was also famous for its bread, a special kind of four corners bread that is produced in nine different bakeries and then shipped to many places. We visited the Palace of Mateus remembering the rose wine we bought in the 60’s in the short green bottles.


We were on the boat seven nights. In the evenings, a very special animated piano player entertained. Unfortunately, there were only a few opportunities to get off the boat and wander. Being with the group from Macalester was fun, and we met others on the cruise also, of course.

After the cruise, Paula and I rented a car in Porto. We had two destinations, one being Viseu and a 30-mile (49 kilometer) downhill bike path, which turned out to be great fun. We rode through small villages with white buildings and red tile roofs and saw small random garden plots with vegetables, olive trees, and vineyards. There were abandoned farm buildings, lumber mills, and logging roads. In the distance we could see mountains. We also passed a large man-made lake. In the fall there had been huge forest fires after a drought and we saw remnants of this in several areas, including on the bike bath. All the large trees were burnt and only charcoal trunks remained, the undergrowth was coming back, however, and luscious green ferns were plentiful. Among huge boulders there were also plenty of wildflowers, especially yellow, white, and purple flowers. We passed abandoned train stations where the train had run until the mid 1980’s. We explored the medieval town of Viseu with its large cathedral on top of a hill and winding streets, and the sidewalks with designs, just as in Lisbon and Porto.


From there we went on to Manteigas and the National Park, Serra da Estrela, driving on a mountainous road with many hairpin turns. The town with white buildings and red tile roofs is in a valley. We took several hikes in the mountains with wonderful views. We could see the highest peak in Portugal at 6,500 feet (1993 m), Torre that still had snow. Purple, yellow, pink, and white wildflowers were abundant. On the Beech Hike we walked through a tall forest of beech trees, and then pine trees.


We had an interesting tour of a burel factory, a felt-like material. The wool is prepared and woven there, but then treated in a different factory. They made not only traditional items, jackets, hats, blankets, but creative fun items too.


It was an exciting trip, and the Portuguese people were wonderful, very friendly and very helpful, especially when Paula and I continually got lost. People would go out of their way to give us directions; one man even said to follow him, which we did. It was especially enjoyable being with the Macalester group, getting to know individuals better by chatting and laughing.  


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