• Chuck Cook
  • Glenda Cook

Iberia

A few days around Madrid, followed by a leisurely tour of Portugal and a cruise up the Douro River—what could be more wonderful! Read more
  • Trip start
    June 15, 2023

    Hop-off in Bavaria

    June 16, 2023 in Germany ⋅ ⛅ 66 °F

    It’s great to be in Bavaria again, even if it is only to change airplanes. A gate change caused a little flurry of confusion, but we are ready for our flight to Madrid and the wonders of Spain. Oh, by the way, we also happen to be celebrating our fifty-first wedding anniversary today. When we were back in the swamp, we never dreamed life would be so good.Read more

  • Anniversary 51

    June 16, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 88 °F

    In mid-afternoon a driver named Salvaro picked us up from the airport and drove us to the Hyatt Regency Hesperia in Madrid. Glenda and I went to our room, took our shoes off, removed the compression socks we had worn for more than a day and crashed on the bed. The hotel here is a lovely refuge for weary travelers, and it sits adjacent to a roundabout containing an impressive monument to the Marquess of Duero, whose enormous bronze horse glares down disdainfully as millions of horseless carriages run rings around him daily.
    The young Spanish woman Viking assigned as our Mama Duck for the next two days is named Susana. Her English is better than mine. After we rested for a couple of hours, she called a meeting of the 22 tourists in our group and gave us a brief introduction to this wonderful city along with our QuietVox devices. She led us on an hour-long walk of this vibrant precinct, pointing out its historical and culinary temples, including a moderately priced tapas bar called El Yate—the Yacht. Glenda and I hung around after the official tour with our new friend Joy there at El Yate. Inside gleaming brass compasses, barometers and even a brass binacle competed with shining polished hardwood walls so that one could be convinced he was dining inside the royal yacht—hence its name. We asked our waiter “Henry” (I’ll bet his friends call him Enrique) for suggestions. The first dish he brought out was Cheese Cones Stuffed with Goat Cheese and sautéed leeks, glazed with Port Wine Reduction. The texture of the cones was that of an ice-cream cone, but they were shaped like cigars. Next there appeared tuna tartar served over toast points. Finally we delighted in jamon iberico over fried eggs and French-fried potatoes. When we told Henry that at this hour 51 years ago, we were being married at the base chapel in Monterey, California, he surprised us with the complimentary gift of a unique Spanish liqueur called Orujo, a delicious chocolate and coffee flavored liqueur poured over ice. As we returned to the hotel, we saluted the Marquess and his horse, and I took a few more photos of the hotel and the parklike avenue running in front. Although Lufthansa carried and fed us well, we came back to our room, grateful that tonight’s long slumber will not take place on an airplane at 30,000 feet.
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  • The Palace, the Prado and More

    June 17, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 77 °F

    Our first day in Madrid was every bit as enjoyable as we expected it to be. We began the day with an overview hosted by our Madrid guide Leticia She explained the history behind the palaces, the museums, the cathedrals, the railway stations, and the other sites we passed on our bus ride. We stopped to tour the grounds of the royal palace, saw the changing of the guard, and then paused for a coffee break at a sidewalk café on one of the historic streets near the palace.

    I had always assumed that the composer Domenico Scarlatti lived in the palace. After all, his only job was to teach the Spanish princess piano lessons. And, of course, that job left him enough spare time to compose some of the most engaging baroque keyboard pieces ever written, rivaling those of Bach. I found out recently, however, that he did not live at the palace. He had his own apartment a few blocks from here. I found the address where he lived, although I’m sure the building has changed much since then.

    It is an ordinary building which would be completely ignored except for a plaque in the wall identifying it as Scarlatti s home. On the ground floor, there is a hardware store now. The four stories above it still contain apartments. Who knows? Perhaps the original fabric of the building is still intact and Scarlatti’s apartment is still there.

    At El Plaza Mayor, the historic center of the city, I was tempted to enjoy a local delicacy called bocadillo de calamari, an octopus sandwich that really did look delicious, but time did not permit.

    We hopped back on the bus for a short ride over to the Prado, the art museum with the greatest collection of Spanish paintings in the world. Leticia explained works by Velasquez, El Greco, Goya. She had obviously done her homework. Glenda and I decided to skip the octopus sandwich for now, but chose rather to amble our way through the Parque del Retiro and the other tree-lined streets back to our hotel.

    The temperature was about 90 degrees Fahrenheit, but we stayed under the shady trees, bought 2 generous bottles of water in the park, and made use of the park benches we encountered along our path. Our gentle three-mile hike ended back at our hotel around 3:30 pm, giving us plenty of time to relax before heading out for dinner at a nearby tapas bar.
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  • The Joy of …

    June 17, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 91 °F

    Had I written the book, “The Joy of Cooking,” I would’ve named it, “The Joy of ….” That’s what happened tonight at supper. My planned presentation got interrupted by something delicious.

    Here’s the whole story. We asked the concierge to recommend a nice cheap tapas bar. He gave us one and we had planned to go there, however, our guide informed us that this particular restaurant did not open until after 8 PM. Usually by that time Glenda and I are getting ready for bed. So we went back to El Yate for a second night. Glenda has fallen in love so we ordered again the Canutillos de Puerro y Queso Al Oporto (cones stuffed with goat cheese and fried leeks and glazed with a port wine reduction). Everything else we ordered was new: Red peppers stuffed with hot sausage, battered and fried, then placed on a creamy tomato sauce and drizzled with balsamic glaze. Next we had grilled vegetables served with goat cheese and jamon iberico. I had one dish Glenda would not touch: grilled octopus with grilled vegetables and foie gras, then glazed with a balsamic vinaigrette.

    The problem was that every time the waiter brought a new dish, we dove in headfirst without thinking to take a picture until the thing was half eaten. Then we remembered, “Oh! Yeah! We should take a picture!” So we did.

    So we planned to finish the photo before we started eating but the food was so good we forgot and did not finish our plan. So here are some photos of half eaten dishes. Sorry! 😔Let’s just call this “The Joy of (crunch, munch, gobble, gobble, mmmmmmm!) Oh! Yeah! Cooking.”
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  • Holy Toledo!

    June 18, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 75 °F

    Our excursion on this hot June Sunday gave new meaning to the exclamation, “Holy Toledo!” While much of our activity today centered around the culture and politics of the medieval capital of Spain, some of the most impressive sites we saw were in the cathedral.

    Although it is not the largest church in Spain, it is the oldest and most important. The Romans settled this place, building a fort on the site of the present Alcazar. We began by touring a Jewish synagogue built by Muslim workers before the expulsion of both groups in the year 1492. From the eighth century to the 15th century thriving Jewish, Muslim and Catholic communities coexisted here in peace. When medieval Europe was suffering through the so-called dark ages and few communities could even throw a pot, arts, crafts, medicine and government thrived here. Damask cloth, Damascene swords and filigree metalwork were brought here by the Arabs, and those crafted products are still produced here.

    The cathedral itself was most impressive. One of the most interesting pieces we saw was a monstrance made in the 15th century. All of the 100,000 little bits of gold filigree making up this ceremonial artwork sparkled around hundred of precious stones. This ornate stand to display the consecrated host sits in a display case most of the year. However, on the annual feast of Corpus Christi, which took place just a few weeks ago, the monstrance is removed, placed on a high-tech, self balancing table, mounted on a cart and paraded through the hilly streets of Toledo.

    This town was immortalized in the famous painting by El Greco, and it has figured prominently in many of the wars of Spanish succession, as well as the most recent revolution that took place in 1936. Although King Charles III moved the capital from here to Madrid in the 16th century, Toledo was the capital throughout the Middle Ages and is still the spiritual and cultural heart of Spain. To Spaniards the town actually has attained a kind of religio-civic holiness. “Holy Toledo” is not merely an exclamation; it distills the character of this place.
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  • Dinner in the Plaza Mayor

    June 18, 2023 in Spain ⋅ 🌩️ 84 °F

    In 1580 King Philip III commissioned the construction of a large town square for his new capital. He called it Plaza de Arrabal, the name still carried by one of its dozens of restaurants. The plaza has burned three times in its history, the last time in 1790. It has served to host bullfights, executions and soccer games. Rebuilt repeatedly, the Plaza Mayor, as it is now called, now serves not only as a chief gathering place for Madrid’s tourists, but also as a kind of dining room and back yard patio for the thousands of Madrideños who live in apartments. Following the compulsory afternoon siesta to avoid the heat, the main town square comes alive with diners, shoppers, tourists and people watchers.

    Our tour of the city yesterday brought us to the Plaza Mayor, and we decided to return for tonight’s supper at an outdoor tapas bar called En Copa del Balún (In the Cup of the Ball). We both had a hunger for pizza, so that made up our first course, along with a glass of the local brew, a beer called Cerveza Mahou (rhymes with “cow”). Since the pizza was not large, I still had room left in my tummy for the local trademark dish, bocadillo de calamari. This fried octopus sandwich tasted like, well, a fried octopus sandwich. It wasn’t bad, but the dry hoagie roll on which the octopus perched could have used a bit of tartar sauce. After supper we wandered through the market, and I fell in love with a place that serves olives in every possible configuration—a hundred different kinds of olive salads, olives on skewers stuffed with dozens of different kinds of cheese, and olives both over and under several different kinds of Spanish ham. We had a hard time resisting half a dozen pastry shops, and a few other shops featuring specialty ice cream and gelato. We hailed a cab, returned to the hooch here at the Hyatt Regency Hesperia, and started getting our gear in order for tomorrow’s flight to Lisbon.
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  • Landing in Lisbon

    June 19, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 72 °F

    We have checked into the Corinthia Hotel in the new part of Lisbon, and oh, what a lovely place it is! Our scoutmaster, Diogo, took us for a short walk around the neighborhood, showing us restaurants, cash machines, and other things we might need for our two days in Lisbon. We have unpacked, and I went through the hotel, taking pictures of our lovely surroundings. A tiny hiccup occurred because the elevators here are so automated we couldn’t figure out how to use them at first. Now we have the hang of it, and are very pleased to be in this beautiful, highly automated hotel.Read more

  • Lagar do Xisto

    June 19, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 70 °F

    We joined with our friends, Bette and Joy for one of the most delicious dinners I’ve ever experienced. Just next to our hotel is a restaurant specializing in traditional Portuguese cuisine, Lagar do Xisto, or “The Xisto Pot.” Xisto (pronounced Shisto) is a province in Portugal famous for its distinctive and delicious food. Glenda and I had the sea bass. It was broiled, then sprinkled with olive oil, fresh parsley, lemon juice and a finishing salt. Bette had blackened pork hocks, and Joy had an elegant serving of veal that looked as though it had been cooked for hours. I washed down my sea bass with a local dry white wine. To say that it was delicious is an understatement.Read more

  • Around Lisbon

    June 20, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 68 °F

    A general bus tour around Lisbon took us first to the Belem monument, a structure built in the mid 16th century as a fortress to project Portugal’s power as the foremost nation in Europe. A walk around the National Maritime Museum was pleasant enough, but Glenda was more excited by the pastels de nata, a custard-filled delight. How she chafed when her bee-line to the bakery was blocked by a full dress military review in honor of the arrival of the President of Senegal. One cavalryman quickly dismounted when his horse suddenly balked. The soldier summoned a nearby farrier who began tending the horse’s hoof. Soon the soldier remounted and the parade continued. For a while. Glenda did not look at the President. She just glared down the street toward the bakery and gnawed her fingers. After canons and bugles raised a Presidential racket, a military band struck up The Liberty Bell March by John Phillip Sousa. I had to wonder whether these people played Sousa simply because it sounds good, or because someone here knew that the former director of the U. S. Marine Band was of Portuguese descent. Then the Prime Minister of Portugal spoke at length about how Portugal and Senegal were the closest of allies. Glenda’s eyes never left the blue awning of the patisserie two blocks down the street. She started gnawing my fingers. Then the President of Senegal spoke at length about how his country and Portugal would continue to be close allies for ever and ever. Amen. When the horses, bandsmen, infantry and limousines finally passed and cleared our path, Glenda shot like a bullet to the bakery. Four of their sweet delicacies washed down with a cup of Starbuck’s coffee constituted our lunch. A brief bus stop at the top of the highest hill in town gave us another chance for a panoramic photo. We returned to the palatial Corinthia Hotel and prepared for our afternoon outing.Read more

  • Azulejos

    June 20, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 77 °F

    Today we went to the National Tile Museum located in a beautiful old convent in Lisbon. Had we taken the organized tour, we would have paid €360 for the both of us. However, we took an Uber to the old convent and paid our senior citizens’ price, and we were able to make the whole trip for €12.

    The church in the convent was as beautiful as I remember it, and I was gratified that Bette and Joy found the azulejos as beautiful as I remembered them. This ancient art form was brought here by the Muslims in the eighth century. After they were expelled from Portugal, their art forms remained. This museum now displays many types of glazed ceramics made from the time of the Moorish period all the way up to the present.
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  • Elevators at the Corinthia Hotel

    June 21, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 63 °F

    I love the elevators at this hotel. When you come up to the elevator door, you simply place your key card on the reader. Immediately the two public floors and your own floor appear as options. You press the number of the floor you want, walk into the elevator car, and the elevator takes you to your floor. There is a computer that determines which elevator car is closest to you and on the display appear the letters ABC or D. This indicates which elevator car is coming to you next. The system makes it very convenient for you to get to your own floor, to the lobby, or to the public meeting rooms. However, it prevents people from going to the wrong floor, or to some floor other than their own. There is a little icon at the bottom of the display that will bring up a virtual keypad. If you need to go to some room other than your own you can type it in. But ordinarily your key card simply takes you to your floor and brings the closest available elevator car to you quickly. It took a little bit of learning, but I love the system. So easy, even a child can do it—with a couple of days of practice.Read more

  • Bats and Books

    June 21, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 66 °F

    On our way from Lisbon to Porto we stopped at the medieval college town of Coimbra. The students here still go to class in robes, and some have suggested that J. K. Rowling may have used this university as her model for Hogwarts. She did spend some time here as she was writing her novels, and it is no accident that the founder of Slytherin House bears the name of an evil Portuguese dictator—Salazar.

    On this visit, we were able to see the fantastic baroque library. It was built by King Charles III not because he loved books, but because his brother-in-law had just built a similar library in Vienna, and the younger brother did not want to be outdone. It is difficult to check out a book here, though not impossible. Scholars can receive special permission to use volumes from the shelves, albeit with many restrictions.

    The building is beautiful, and this was the first library in the world to have a card catalog system. The shelves and the cases in which they stand all numbered so that a book could be found readily. One interesting feature of this library is that the heavy teak doors remain closed to preserve the temperature and humidity. A side-effect of this practice is that very little oxygen comes into the room. This is good for the books, but not so much for people. Therefore, the groups that visit this library must be very small, and they must stay long no longer than 15 minutes.

    Another peculiar feature of this library is that up in the rafters live colonies of bats. Over the centuries librarians have learned not to molest or remove the bats because they eat moths that destroy the books. If I were to brush up my Latin, I fancy that I could live in this room.
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  • Arrival in Porto

    June 21, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 73 °F

    We have been in this wonderful city so many times, but it almost feels like home now. We pulled up beside the Viking Osfrid, and immediately were taken to our stateroom. I looked across the river and saw the cathedral we visited during our last trip here. We had come early in the morning and the church was closed, so we wandered on the steep streets leading down to the river.

    There we saw the iron bridge across the Douro river. It greets us again today. For its construction in the late 19th century a contest was held. Gustav Eiffel, designer of the Eiffel Tower, and his student both submitted plans for a bridge. When the student’s design won, the teacher got so angry he vowed never to speak to him again. Dozens of port wine warehouses and wineries line the banks of the river, and offer wonderful wine tastings and ambrosian feasts featuring their sweet delights. When we went wandering on these streets we found tiny alleys and passages that remain untouched since they were built following the earthquake of 1755.

    I will never forget that day when the early morning silence time stopped for us and we found ourselves wrapped in a time warp. Neither time nor place mattered, and we just immersed ourselves in the beauty of a a precious Portuguese village at dawn. It is these priceless moments, not the grand tourist attractions, that keep us traveling. Porto is our place. It is not so important that we are back in Porto, but that Porto is inside of us in our hearts.
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  • Summer Solstice

    June 22, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 61 °F

    I am sitting alone on our veranda with a hot cup I just brought from the coffee mess. No one else is awake yet. I had forgotten the intoxicating joy that comes from the faint smell of diesel and the laughter of seagulls. Some boat’s engine a hundred yards away is humming softly, and hot coffee burns my tongue. A distant vessel’s horn sounds like a dove softly cooing. A green and yellow commuter train growls as it crawls across the top of the Ponte Luís I. The sun too is just now arriving for the longest day of work he will ever do. This is June 22. The summer solstice. The longest day of the year.

    This is why we cruise. This is why we travel. And when I was a young man back in the swamp, I never dreamed it could be so good.
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  • The Baby Lock

    June 22, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 66 °F

    We have begun our cruise down the Douro River and have just reached her first lock. They call this the baby lock because it raises the boat only about 36 feet. The next one we encounter is the largest lock on the river, and it will raise us almost 120 feet. We are out of the lock now and both sides of the river are covered with lush green vegetation. It reminds me of our voyages down the Catawba river when I was a kid. In my daddy‘s 10 foot boat named “Daddy Rabbit” we would go fishing by banks that looked as though they had not been touched since white men arrived. I feel the same kind of timeless wonder here.Read more

  • Our Visit to Albuquerque

    June 22, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 79 °F

    The seventh Duke of Albuquerque lived in a lovely baroque palace built between the 16th and 19th centuries. The little neighborhood surrounding it is called Mateus, the name he gave to the rose wine many of us drank in our youth. The wine’s little squat bottle was inspired by canteens used by the Portuguese soldiers in World War I, and the image of this house appears on the label.

    The estate still produces wine, though the grapes that go into Mateus are produced a few miles away. The duke’s family still lives in the house, and much of it is open to the public. There is a reception room, a tea room, a smoking room, a dining room, and many more. I found the religion room to be especially interesting. A gloriously beautiful set of embroidered paraments with matching vestments was on display. They took eight years to make, and were used only once: at the Christmas mass of 1759. An elegant set of communion ware was also on display, with many reliquaries containing saints’ bones or teeth.

    The gardens were elegant and elaborate, maintained in amazing beauty by only four full time gardeners. A stroll among the wondrous roses, hydrangeas and juniper trees completed our visit, and then we headed for a winery.
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  • The Birthplace of Port

    June 22, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 84 °F

    The scenery on bus trip up to Sandeman winery was spectacular. We rode switchbacks along roads so narrow that one could not see the edge. All we could see was the valley 2000 feet below us. The vistas of distant towns and mountains stretched for miles. When we finally reached Quinta do Seixo we were led into a state of the art winery. A guide explained to us how the grapes are grown and pressed. Pressing, now mostly done with machinery, was previously done with human feet. Even now occasionally humans crush the grapes by foot. This method has two advantages. First, feet crush the grapes releasing the juice, but feet are too soft to break the grape seeds inside the fruit. If broken, the seeds impart an undesirable bitterness to the wine. Secondly, the heat from human feet jumpstarts the formation of yeast. Production of the most expensive wines still begin with the ancient method. Experts then age the grapes, either in oak barrels, or stainless steel vats to give the wine the precise character the winemaker desires. Descending a long stairway, we arrived at the wine tasting room. There we tasted a white port, and also a red, wines that sell in the United States for as much as $200 per bottle. Some of these terraces were actually made by the Romans, who settled here in the time of Christ. Thousands of rows of vines, extending up a 2,000 foot high mountain, were cut by hand. These plants extend roots deep into the rocky hillside, and many vines are centuries old.

    Generations past had to endure grinding poverty and mortal danger to transport their wine down this wild river to Porto. Their arduous journey on this river before a series of dams tamed it can be seen in this clip.

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    What an honor it was to taste some of the best wines in the world! I will be sure to find a bottle of Sandeman port when we return home.
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  • Castello Rodrigo

    June 23, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 88 °F

    Figueira Castello Rodrigo is a tiny medieval town that time forgot. Touching the Spanish border, its major claim to fame occurred in the twelfth century when the Moors were expelled. The local ruler died in a battle, his closest relative was a cousin, a Spaniard from over the next mountain. The Spaniard took advantage of the situation and set up a tiny little dukedom. The residents, Portuguese to the core, ran him out, took over, and they have run the place ever since.

    About the same time an order of monks built a tiny church and hostel here to offer shelter and food to pilgrims on their way to Santiago de Compostela. Both the church and the hostel are still here assisting pilgrims on their trek to the shrine. Before the Spanish Inquisition a community of Jews built a synagogue here. During that Crusade to purify the faith, Jews were forced to convert to Catholicism, and their houses were marked with a cross that allowed the inquisitors to invade their home without notice at any time, day or night. Their job was to make sure that no Jewish practices or religious objects were in the home. One homeowner serious about protecting his family hedged his bets and posted in front of his house a cross, a small statue of the Blessed Virgin, a Hebrew inscription (that I couldn’t quite decipher), and even a prehistoric Celtic symbol.

    This tiny village seems exactly as it was in ancient times. If anything it is even less “dressed up” than Perouge, a similar town we visited in France. It was a delightful visit, and I do hope you will have the opportunity to visit here. Oh, by the way, for a friend of mine who especially loves to grow figs, the official name of this town is now “The Figgery of Castello Rodrigo.” Of course they use the Portuguese word for “figgery,” (figueira) but that’s exactly what the word means. Fig trees are so abundant here that they have given their name to the town. Come if you can, Bill.
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  • On to Salamanca

    June 24, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 82 °F

    We began this morning on the glassy Douro River in the little riverside town of Barca do Alva. The bus ride today took us back into Spain. I have long wanted to visit Salamanca, primarily to see its two major universities. First, though, we went to the cathedral.

    Salamanca cathedral is unique because it actually is two cathedrals zipped together. The old church begun in the fifteenth century was hauntingly beautiful. It was seriously damaged in the great Lisbon earthquake in 1755. Rather than destroying what remained, the town built a new building in and around the old one. If anything it is even more magnificent, more detailed and even more intricate. In decorating the north door in the twentieth century, one sculptor included normal twentieth century items in his theological sculptures. So he has a demon eating an ice cream cone. Similarly, another artist wanted to include a man who was physically the closest person to God up in heaven, spatially, at least. So he includes an astronaut. My “WOW-meter” certainly pegged out.

    The University of Salamanca considers itself the fourth university in the world. Founded in 1218, it was preceded by Bologna, Paris, and Oxford. Those who successfully complete their doctoral studies here win the right to adorn an exterior wall of the administration building with a traditional emblem that incorporates an element representing the student’s own identity. They have done this for nearly eight hundred years, and surrounding the recently painted emblems are red smudges—remains of identical logos going back to the thirteenth century. In the early days of the university the students themselves rented a hall, pooled their resources and hired a lecturer. Thus, they were the administrators and the faculty were their employees. It took over a century for the customs to change so that professional non-students became the school administration. Interesting details adorned the elaborately carved facade of the old university buildings. For example, one sculptor chiseled a frog sitting on a skull. Since frogs in the fifteenth century were symbolic of lust, the artist was reminding rowdy students that lust leads to death.

    The second university here is the Catholic University, originally run by Jesuits teaching only theology, canon law and civil law, the Jesuits were expelled from Spain in the eighteenth century. Now the school continues to offer church-related degrees, but they also offer bachelor’s degrees in such secular fields as journalism, modern languages, education and computer science.

    We had time for a quick visit to the museum of modern art, whose stained glass ceiling grabs the visitor’s attention. Paintings, statues, glass works, toys and even dolls from the 1920’s are on display. Visitors are not allowed to take photos, so you will need to go online to see more details about the Casa de Lis which houses the museum. The displays of clothing, art and even toys from the Roaring Twenties reveal a time after the War-to-End-All-Wars when all of the old moral, social, political and artistic rules had broken down. Cole Porter’s song about the period told the truth for the people between the wars: Anything Goes. The exhibits in this museum are revelatory of the mindset of that generation.
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  • Favaios Bakery and Quinta Avessada

    June 25, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 81 °F

    We got way off the beaten path to visit the little town of Favaios. The town’s only two products are a traditional “four cornered” bread and a special kind of Moscato made nowhere else in the world. Nearing extinction in 1952, the wine growers entered into a cooperative that is now quite successful, though the labor intensive process of wine growing has driven many young people to the cities for less physically demanding work. We had a lovely lunch at an attractive vineyard called Quinta Avessada, and afterwards we returned to the Viking Longship Osfrid.Read more

  • S. P. Q. R.

    June 26, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 72 °F

    This morning we saw a tiny piece of the Roman Empire that still hides in the mountains of Portugal. We made a comfort stop in a very small Portuguese town of Ucanha. Here we found a bridge built by the Romans still standing. Not only does the town have a bridge, the roads are also Roman. A number of intersections display Roman milestones. This road was a leg in the original path to the shrine at Compostela. Many centuries ago when part of the bridge collapsed, residents rebuilt it. They were not self-consciously attempting to imitate the Roman style. It was just that the methods, materials and techniques which were in common usage at the time happened to be those the builders had inherited from the Romans. The local tradition states that many of the people here are direct descendants from Rome’s legionnaires. This small community was completely cut off from the outside world until roads were built here early in this century. If one is lucky he can still find pockets in Europe where the Roman Empire still lives. Today we found such a place.Read more

  • Cistercians

    June 26, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 75 °F

    Shortly after they broke from the Benedictine order, a vision led a small band of Cistercians to this part of Portugal. Nothing else was here in these desolate mountains. It was the end of the world. The few monks who came here from France attempted to build a little church at Sao Joao de Tarouca, but mysteriously three different structures were demolished. During a fierce thunderstorm lightning struck a nearby tree three times in quick succession. The monks decided this was a message from God, and they rebuilt another structure where the lightning had struck the tree. That building stood, and a church has been on that site ever since. As the community developed it was divided into two groups: “professing monks” and “converted monks.” The first group contained the scholars, priests other literate leaders. The second group contained laborers. Over the centuries all of the monastic orders increased in power, subjecting the non-religious residents surrounding the monastery into a state of virtual slavery. Because of their overweening power, Peter IV expelled all Catholic religious orders in Portugal in 1834. Churches could remain, but monasteries had to be dismantled. After the death of the king very few Cistercian monks and nuns returned, but they had no political power. The last Cistercian nun in Portugal died around 1900.

    The huge Cistercian monastery stands in ruins, but the church remains. It is an exquisite example of high baroque architecture. The last part of the building to be restored was the organ, whose restoration was completed only last year with funds provided by the European Union. One can understand why, in that revolutionary period, the monasteries were demolished, but, oh, what wonders were lost in that destruction!
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  • A Gracious Welcome

    June 26, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 77 °F

    As we made our way on the switchbacks down into the valley, our van passed the Quinta San Antonio Britiande . The owner literally welcomed us with open arms as she showed us the cisterns that collect rainwater which gravity takes to the vineyards below. She is the fifth generation of her family on this farm, and she has turned it into a beautiful showplace. She ushered us into a spacious stone walled room with beautiful chestnut trusses supporting the roof. The house was simultaneously elegant and rustic. She shared with us a white wine her vineyards produce, a blend of Sauvignon Blanc and a local white grape. It was paired perfectly with the puff pastry holding a thin sliver of Portuguese ham and bacon. Next she poured for each of us a glass of their Spumante, essentially Portuguese champagne, served with a mouth-watering cheese. After half an hour we rose to go, enriched not only by the refreshment she offered, but also by her gracious civility.Read more

  • What’s the Difference?

    June 26, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ 🌙 72 °F

    Tonight I couldn’t help thinking about the old joke.

    Question: What’s the difference between a mandolin and a fish?

    Answer: You can tune a mandolin, but you can’t tuna fish.

    A big banner proclaimed “Tuna is not a fish” tonight as a singing group called Tuna sang for us aboard the Viking Osfrid. Made up of students from the University of Coimbra, this group has won many competitions across Europe for their rendition of Portuguese folk music. Part guitar band, part glee club, these young men entertained us for the better part of an hour with music ranging from fado to Flamenco. One of the singers pulled double duty as he provided acrobatic dancing with two large flags in time with the music. Some songs were poignant, some were silly, but we were honored to be entertained by young people intent on maintaining this ancient form of Portuguese folklore.Read more

  • Last Tango in Porto

    June 27, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 72 °F

    Our tour is winding down now, and we spent this morning walking through the lovely city of Porto. This three-hour march through town was certainly a light hike because a bus took us to the top of the highest hill in the city and then left us to walk downhill to the pier, where a river taxi took us to our ship. This walk was different from one we took at dawn during a previous visit here. Hundreds of shabby old buildings that looked as if they had been untouched since the earthquake of 1755 have been rebuilt or refurbished since we last saw them. UNESCO has laid down harsh penalties against altering the exterior appearance of these structures in any way. They must be restored to look exactly as they did when they were first built. The same materials must be used if possible. The interiors may be changed, modernized or consolidated. So you have one modern hotel, for example, whose exterior extends across what appears to be twenty separate waterfront apartments. Inside, however, it is one, single, modern contiguous hotel. Our guide was repeatedly complimentary of UNESCO for funding this transformation. However, I do wish she had mentioned the fact that over one quarter of the funding for that organization comes from the United States government. One interesting result of this renovation is that the people who have maintained their residence in the restored buildings are very unhappy. Strict regulations prevent them from putting a flower pot on a balcony, and they certainly cannot hang out their laundry. Many have chosen to move to cheaper apartments on the south side of the river. Nevertheless, the new houses are beautiful, and the project is moving ahead relentlessly.

    In the afternoon i chose to stay in our stateroom to shake off this cold I have picked up from my shipmates. We are looking forward to one last dinner with the new friends we have made on this trip before we fly home tomorrow.
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