My heart skipped a beat this afternoon.
After the flight from London, picking up the rental, driving in the rain out of Porto, and trying to find the hotel in Arcos, I saw a series of yellow arrows.
markings on an old stone wall…
I can’t begin to describe to you what it meant – something as simple as seeing several yellow arrows pointing The Way.
It felt… right.
It felt like I’d never been away.
It felt like I was reconnecting with something that was innately familiar.
The hotel we’re staying in tonight is smack bang on the Portuguese Camino. Anyone coming from Porto would walk straight past.
The people who run this place – a delightful couple named Mira (who cooks) and Alfred (who knows his Portuguese wines like no other) and their daughter Christina, all made us feel immediately at home.
The food was magnificent – I’ll detail that more in the Road Food blog in the next day or so. But there aren’t many times when you have a meal and there’s not one thing you can point to that’s in any way deficient.
Tomorrow Jennifer and I start charting the tour.
And great news – Steve has decided to join us! I’m over the moon about that. We’re going to have a very cool bunch of people on this tour!
Mira walked from Porto to Santiago in five days, she said. She told me she averaged fifty kms a day. That’s Herculean. She looks very fit and strong though. It wouldn’t surprise me.
it’s great to be back and talking to people who share a similar obsession…
The Way of St. James.
(the church at Arcos, approx 20kms N of Porto.)