Matosinhos Municipality

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    • Day97


      February 28 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

      Morgens fahre ich auf interessanten Wegen, die mir Google vorschlägt, zur Weinverkostung in die Gegend world of wine .
      Ich gehe zu Ferreira und bekomme in Englisch eine Führung mit Verkostung von fünf Portweinen .
      Junge Weine 3-4 Jahre alt und ein 16 Jahre alter Wein und ein 20 Jahre alter Wein .
      Dazu gibt's etwas Käse und Knäckebrot. Es war sehr interessant und die Weine haben hervorragend gemundet .
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    • Day97


      February 28 in Portugal ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

      Nach der Portweinverkostung gehe ich mich im Auto ein wenig ausruhen, und wandere dann wieder hinunter zum Hafen. Die Seilbahn erweckt mein großes Interesse und ich buche eine Fahrt auf den Berg Gaia und wieder zurück und zahle 9.-
      Die Lebendigkeit der Stadt fasziniert mich und nach dem Ausflug gehe ich in der Markthalle ein paar Tapas essen und gönne mir mein tägliches Bier .
      Danach gehe ich zum Auto und fahre wieder auf den ruhigen Parkplatz auf der anderen Seite des Hafens.
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    • Day38

      More on the Quayside apartment

      June 10 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

      We are really enjoying this apartment. It's a great spot to watch the people and boats going by. It's also along the Camino and I saw quite a few pilgrims on their way.

      It's right next to a blue and white tiled church that was built in 1776. There has been a church or chapel on the site since 1394.

      There are several restaurants on the street below us, and we ate dinner at the closest one.
      As small tram travels along the road here, and passed us by several times while we dined.
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      Our building on the right


      Our little balcony overlooking the restaurant


      Nice to have interesting and fun adventures that you may have not have had before the accident. Enjoy! [Sue]

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    • Day70

      Matosinhos w/Selina & Silvio

      May 26 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

      Erfolgreiche Surfertage!
      Die Göttin surft ihre ersten grünen Wellen als hätte sie nie etwas anderes gemacht! 🌊
      Barberbesuch um den Surferbart zu pflegen!
      Polizist Silvio gibt Kurs in SelbstverteidigungRead more


      Super Performance auf dem Brett 🏄🏄🤙👍😁. Sieht ja Spitze aus, das heißt im Winter dann🏂.


      falls 🏫 und 🏦 zu langweilig werden: der 🏄 Karriere ist ja quasi schon greifbar!!



    • Day9

      Yes we can 😀🚗 Porto

      September 4 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

      Wir haben es geschafft und Porto erreicht 😀. Was für ein geiler Ritt bis hierhin 😀. Und Porto selber ist der Hammer!! Aber vor der Ziel Durchfahrt mussten wir dann doch noch in den Atlantik😀😀👍


      Wow wow wow 👍👍👍


      Genial 👏😄



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    • Day25

      On the road again!

      May 28 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

      Finally I'm back on the Camino, following the yellow arrows to Santiago. I've got three short days to start, and the first two are along the coast. Today I walked about 12 km from where I left off on my little jaunt yesterday in Matosinhos to Praia de Angeiras where I'm staying at a camping place. They have a special pilgrim rate - I'm staying in a "bungalow" for only 16€. There are common toilets and showers down the path. I hope that I don't have to go in the middle of the night!

      The walk today was beautiful on boardwalks by the sea. I passed by Capela da Boa Nova - a little chapel on a site where there has been a church since the 14th century.

      This campground is massive. There are dozens of these little bungalows, larger units and probably hundreds of spaces for RVs and tents.
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      Yay! Those are really cute [Shirley]


      Oh wow! Welcome back to the Road. Asifa and I have been traveling since the 20th, so I totally missed the story of your Covid and recovery. Told with good humor and grace. It's good to hear you're back in the saddle. We are in Saigon at present -- 90 degrees and 197% humidity -- and take the 20 hour train to Da Nang tomorrow. Through the miracle of modern technology, managed to send the Mailchimp reminder for the June 4 hike from our hotel room here. Stay safe! [David]

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    • Day2

      Walking by the Atlantic Ocean

      June 27 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 59 °F

      We walked by the sea all day today, on boardwalk and stone. We met pilgrims, many of whom are staying in the Albergue Municipal LaBruge with us. Many Portuguese people wished us “Bom Caminho.” It was windy, but the temperature was perfect. By the end, we were using our poles to give our knees and backs a rest. The sea, rocks, and beaches were gorgeous!Read more


      So different from the Great Glen Way!

      Kathie Lassos the Moon


    • Day5

      Surrender? Or Perseverance?

      September 18 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

      Last night I made the hardest decision I've had to make since I let Gracie go.

      For a year, I've felt the Camino calling. I've trained in all kinds of weather in preparation, from rain to snow to extreme heat. I've burned through three pairs of walking shoes. Spent innumerable hours doing research, and hundreds of dollars on gear. Made an emotional investment that was, honestly, more than I could afford.

      And yesterday, 10 miles into my 300-mile walk, I was taken down by a cobblestone. Wrenched my knee hard enough to make it swell and hurt like a mother fucker (sorry, Mom). I didn't have walking sticks to lean on because when I'd checked where the local sporting goods store was, I found it was the exact opposite direction from where I needed to start. So I started without them, hoping a pilgrim would find theirs too cumbersome and leave them at an albergue (yes, that happens).

      And I didn't have them when I tripped.

      I made my way to the closest town and called a taxi to take me to a hotel. I checked in and hobbled to my room, cursing whoever snuck the extra rocks in my bag.

      I threw my pack on the chair and lowered myself gingerly onto the bed, being very careful with my knee. I lay there for a while, tears streaming into my ears.

      I tried to think but my heart seemed to have fallen into my knee; they throbbed to the same beat. I couldn't bear weight on it anymore, and I was pretty sure that wouldn't change in the next few days, or possibly the next few weeks. I was a crying starfish on an island of hotel bed, literally an ocean away from anything familiar.

      I rallied for a bit, talking to my travel buddy Lu. What am I supposed to be learning from this? Was it a lesson in perseverance or in surrender? It could go either way.

      I talked to a couple of friends, my sister, and Jason.

      Was it pain? Or was it damage?

      After a lot of time thinking about whether I even had the chutzpah to walk away from this, I made the second hardest phone call I've had to make since losing Gracie.

      I called the airline. I explained the situation and after juggling my flight, the soonest they could get me out was Monday and that would be an extra $1700, plus whatever the fee was to get a rapid covid test at the airport. I would also go through 4 different airports so it wasn't going to be easy travel.

      I tried to think through the disappointment and the haze of fear creeping in. There was no space in my "fancy" hotel for yoga. So I meditated. And I breathed. And breathed. And then I breathed some more.

      I felt the hot flush in my face, the grains of sand that had crept between my eyelids and my eyeballs while I was crying. I felt the fatigue of the day blanketing me. I felt the blood rushing through my veins.

      And I booked the flight.

      I felt pain. Emotional and physical; I preferred the latter. It could at least be iced, taped up and I could medicate to help it.

      But there was no salve for my heart. I sat with my new itinerary, hastily scribbled in the pages of the journal that was supposed to be the record of my thoughts and reflections for the next two weeks. Fat tear drops splattered the page, smearing ink I hoped I wouldn't have to read later. The picture of a broken heart and a broken spirit.

      My Camino, supposed to take at least 16 days, lasted for 10 miles.

      I slept. Dozed, rather, starting about 2 AM after an intense conversation with Jason. I got up at 6:30 and slowly began gathering my things.

      I listened to music while I cleaned up for the day. And while I did, I felt that familiar rush I get when I'm about to do something big. I sat for a second.

      Why was I doing this? Any of it? The training, the flying, the walking, the emotionally taxing thoughts that continued to drain my swiftly dwindling reserve? The definitive step out of familiarity and into the unknown? Why was I walking the Camino?

      Because Gracie led me here. Because the Camino called. Because I couldn't find peace in the monotonous familiarity of every day life.
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      Stop. Think. See a doctor there. And take a few days. You don't have to make a decision right now.


      Baby, please don't make any rash decision.... I agree with what Jennifer said.. I believe in you, YOU ARE a fighter.


      I just want you to know that whatever you do decide, I am very proud of you. I love you


      Hugs, sorry you are hurt.

    • Day37

      Anfahrt nach Porto

      March 23 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

      Hier irgendwo zwischen Nazaré und Leiria ist Brigittes und Steffens Unfall passiert, wir fahren besonderes aufmerksam und konzentriert und schicken von hier aus ganz viel Gedanken und Heilungspäckchen nach Undenheim!

      Das Wetter an der Westküste lädt zurzeit nicht wirklich zum Verweilen an und da es Stefan nicht wirklich zum Surfen zieht – südlich von Porto reihen sich die Surfspots wie an einer Perlenkette auf - fahren wir auf direktem Weg nach Porto. Die Strecke zeichnet sich erneut durch Kiefernmonokulturen aus. In Porto angekommen sehnen wir uns wieder nach etwas Bewegung und erkunden die Vila Nova de Gaia mit dem Fahrrad, unter anderem auch mit dem Ziel, mal ein Steakhaus einheimischer Rinder zu testen. Um es vorweg zu nehmen: 27€ pro Person und ohne Beilage haben unser Preisleistungsempfinden empfindlich gestört und unsere Überzeugung, dass es nicht unbedingt Fleisch sein muss aufwallen lassen: es wurde ein Claudia-Salat mit Baguette und einem schönen Sonnenuntergang mit Meeresrauschen.
      Die Vila Nova de Gaia liegt am Südufer des dort mündenden Douro, gegenüber von Porto am anderen Flussufer. Diese Stadt gilt als das Zentrum der Portweinproduktion. Die Uferpromenaden, Bars und Restaurants am Cais de Gaia sind neben den Portweinkellern das bedeutendste touristische Ziel Vila Nova de Gaias. Am spannendsten für uns waren aber erneut die Wellen und die Surfer, die versuchten, ihnen Herr zu werden.
      Ist es Zufall oder vielleicht doch so etwas wie Vorsehung. Gerade gestern hatte ich einen erneuten Anlauf genommen, für unseren Dorfförderverein nach einem eigenen Weinstand zu recherchieren. Manfred Bernhardt hat in Bezug hierauf vor einiger Zeit von einem Citroën Kleintransporter geschwärmt, der allerdings alle Budgets sprengen würde. Ausgerechnet hier – 2.000 Autobahnkilometer von zu Hause entfernt - fahren uns gleich zwei dieser Transporter Citroën Typ H über den Weg. Britische Reisehungrige fahren mit diesen zwei Gefährten durch diese von Salzwasser geschwängerter Luft. Uns kam mindestens eine Träne pro Rostfleck. Die Ausstattung war typisch Britisch chaotisch, aber auf jeden Fall authentisch. Wäre schon toll, so etwas als Weinstand zu haben. Immerhin war der Typ H einer der am weitesten verbreiteten Kleintransporter in Frankreich, denn er wurde von Juni 1948 bis Dezember 1981 gebaut – also 33 Jahre lang, zeitweise auch in Belgien und den Niederlanden. Hat jemand so eine Karosserie vielleicht noch im Keller und will sie unbedingt verschenken ;-)?
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    • Day50


      August 30, 2021 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

      We taxi to the cablecar, cablecar to the Luis 1 bridge and join the crowds to cross the upper part into Porto. There are tourists from all over the world here and it is easy to see why, Porto is beautiful.You can see the city by tuc-tuc, tram and segway but we stick with the feet and walk.
      We go up hills and down hills, in and out of churches, shops and train stations. We see portuguese tiles, historical buildings and stunning views and get some lovely views of tiled buildings.
      Ruby and Colm are thrilled when we suggest McDonald’s for dinner and there is an extra treat in store. This McDonald’s is often referred to as the most beautiful in the world because of Art Deco Architecture complete with stain glass windows and chandeliers.

      When we return to the marina, we visit Yacht Luna who we have met in several different ports. They have two girls aged 7 and 9 and Ruby and Colm enjoy hanging out with other children for a change.
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    You might also know this place by the following names:

    Matosinhos, Matosinhos Municipality, ماتوسینوس, მატოზინიუში, Matozinjosas, Матозиньюш

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