July 15, 2024
I realize I am late to the Porto party, but what I lack in timeliness I likely make up for in adoration.
Our ride was a blessedly flat roll along protected bicycle paths (U.S., why can't we have nice things?) hugging vast beaches. I've always thought the Pacific had the best beaches, but the coast of Portugal just gobsmacks. The denizens of Portugal do not take it for granted; small children, senior citizens, and every age group in between could be found in the sand, even on a weekday afternoon.
Then the Douro River led us to Porto, with its graceful bridges, winding cobblestone streets, colorful tiled buildings, and happy people threading through. I was instantly smitten. Porto is my new favorite European city.
We then made the mistake of using Google Maps to navigate to Velurb, where Jason had to return his bike. Google led us up "the worst hill in Portugal," according to Velurb's proprietor. It's only a tenth of a mile, but Rampa Fountainhas's gradient is 25%. We both had to bail and climb on foot. Randos cheered for us when we reached the top.
It was well worth the push. Porto waited up top with a comfy AirnBnB and delicious vegetarian dinner. I'm taking a zero day here just to relax and have a look around.
Distance: 32.36 miles
Total: 4,144 miles
This day sounds like you are on vacation! I’ve never been to Porto - your description makes me want to get on a plane right now.