Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Well, perhaps not the armpit. Some people really like this part of Portugal. Some people also like licking armpits. I am neither of those people. And I suppose an armpit in winter is far more curvy and elegant than it is in the summer. For me, this armpit was hot, sweaty, and reeking of rotten… Continue reading Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Cruising Northern Portugal

When we last met, I was heading through the rain on a bus down from Vigo on the Spain-Portugal border. Portugal, land of charred octopus, grandiose rock beaches and abandoned houses. Spain's smaller cohabitant of the Iberian peninsula offers a lot in a small stretch of land, and I intended to see as much of… Continue reading Cruising Northern Portugal