Iberia

June 2023
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
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  • Day 14

    A Glitch in Departing

    June 28, 2023 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 77 °F

    Thunderstorms on the East Coast of the United States caused our flight from Newark to Charlotte to be canceled. So Viking has taken us to the airport hotel here in Porto. It is an excellent example of European minimalism—clean, comfortable, utilitarian and spare. We have checked in with one other couple scheduled to be on the flight to Charlotte. So we’re going to have a gentle, relaxing afternoon and we will leave the airport tomorrow morning at 6:15 AM a.m.

    As things worked out, we stayed overnight in an airport hotel. United airlines said that they swapped our ticket for another of equal value, however, the new ticket turned out to be economy class. We had booked business class. So they shoehorned us in the economy, section of the airplane for a long and arduous flight back to the United States. United airlines has not offered so far to reimburse us either for the difference in the ticket price or for our hotel accommodations. We will be talking with United today to see if we can come to some sort of resolution. We made friends with Sandy and Joe, two people from Charlotte, who are in the same situation. We had supper with them at the hotel, and took the airport shuttle with them as we left Puerto.

    When they picked us up at the Charlotte airport, Randy and Angela told us that there had been an accident on a runway in Charlotte the day before. The nose wheel of an airliner failed to lock, and the runway was blocked for hours. Many flights were canceled. That may have been the reason for our cancellation. On the other hand, some people mentioned that the day before there had been thunderstorms and hailstorms on the East Coast. Airline traffic was so backed up that many flights were canceled just so that the airlines could clear the backlog of passengers. I don’t know what caused our cancellation.

    At any rate, we finally made it home, a little bit sore, and Glenda has a cold. But it’s good to be home, the best place in the world.
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  • Day 13

    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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  • Day 12

    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

  • Day 12

    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 pared 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

  • Day 12

    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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  • Day 12

    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

  • Day 11

    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

  • Day 10

    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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  • Day 9

    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, to assure that no Jewish practices or religious objects were in the home. One homeowner serious about protecting his family posted the front of his house with 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.Read more

  • Day 8

    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.

    https://youtu.be/wniHzQt7RUQ

    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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