Enga mellom fjella

Among the ruins

Portugal is stone and tiles. There are ruins everywhere. In Braga the train station has the remains of a pre-Roman bath. The Greeks of the day wrote about them.

Newer ruins are everywhere. Buildings just don't burn down. They sag. Windows gone, roofs gone, walls still solid.

I'll need to write about how it affects me emotionally.

But right now?

Tiring day. Visited Braga by train, then got lost in the Ribeira in Porto.

No energy. No appetite. Couldn't finish a meal, a francesinho (sausage, bacon, meat, cheese, egg...).

Now not happy about trip to Spain, a real pain to plan.

So... basically still doing so-so.

Lovely gardens in Braga though and lots of tourists and visitors for Holy Week.