P is for Porto

The thing about posting the pictures is that I get to relive those moments again. Porto, Portugal is the first place we traveled to post Covid in 2022. In 2019 we were in Granada, but the beloved’s mom, The Lovely Linda, was ill and it was a bittersweet trip, because we knew it was the end, and she was gone the next month. She’s the one who gave us the means, when we were younger, to travel, as she had the wanderlust. The next year, on the eve of the pandemic, we were at her memorial in Baltimore, Maryland, and that’s the last place we visited before the shut downs started.

So Porto was meant to be extra special, and as it turns out, one of the most magical places we’ve visited. The people in general were absolutely sweet and the streets along the Douro River were filled with music and vendors. A party atmosphere pervaded; I think we weren’t the only ones relieved to be out and about and still standing. It was September, and the weather was much like ours was back home, hot and humid, and some days it rained, but that was okay. We weren’t there for the beach.

Well-earned break 🙂