Childhood memories

So we arrived in (on?) Tróia.
We already read it might have changed quite a bit since Nickels was here last and that many beaches are being privatised, but we still wanted to give it a try.
There aren’t many parking lots left and yes, so much construction work going on on the outer beach side. One public car park is marked in google maps. The streets leading to the car park belong to a hotel there which has a security guard and a gate. The guard didn’t want to let us pass, cause he decided our car is a caravan - which it technically isn’t. And there are no other parking lots around. It felt like an arbitrary choice and I felt so many things at once (disbelief - can he really do this?; helpless - can’t I really do anything?; angry - who do they think they are?; the list goes on). I’m sure if there had been a height limitation for car parks like 2.2 m (which is quite normal around here) I would have been like “well, too bad” and we’d have continued our day. Or if there had been another car park for campers which we could have used - fine! But discussing with a super unfriendly person who didn’t even try to be nice really made not only me, but also Nick, quite angry and disappointed. Jaro was crying just before arriving there and we really needed a break. So we took our time staying in front of the gate (re-)planning our (no, not revenge) route.
Result: we went off, without doing anything (which was also disappointing - but at the same time: do we want to spend our valuable time with these people? Or being angry? No.) and took the ferry to Setubal.
There we had a lovely evening and a nice drive to Seixal. Lisbon is calling!Read more