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[ACL]

I had such a wonderful walk on the Camino Portugese, after walking the Frances i couldn't get enough and had to continue the experience.

I had just arrived into a small village a few days after leaving Coimbra (I had some great hospitality there, from some university students) and was about to pitch up my tent for the night..

I found a small little vineyard and as it was getting dark (I usually pitch my tent just before sunrise to avoid any disturbances) i pitched my tent and a man man walked around the corner and was staring at my with his hand on his hips. Uh-oh i guess i'll have to find another place to camp..

I walk forward and tell the man i am a pilgrim walking to Santiago, In this moment he jumps onto his small tractor and says "Here is what i can offer, but you have to come drink some wine with my family"

(I was barely able to translate what he was saying, but it was pretty simple communicating with body language.)

Why not... i thought.

I headed in and he offered me dinner, I politely decline.. Having just eaten my nightly ration of chocolate muesli (I carried kilos of it, as i was walking without money and needed a back up plan if the tree's didn't provide, fortunately it was a great time of the year for nuts/oranges/kiwis/apples)

He took me into the dinner room, and there were huge beef patties, king prawns, fresh cheese and wine all being served up, Suddenly i changed my mind... and communicated i'd love to have dinner. I sat down at the table, talking with his daughter who spoke some English, where-in she then communicated i was a good guy, and they should give me a bed. I greatly accepted the offer of that and a shower (it had been a while!)

I then told them i'd like to look around for a few hours in the little village, which the kindly obliged.

I ended up getting lost on the way back, and ended up there at 1 am.. (my fear of knocking on the wrong door was overwhelming) and woke them (i'm sorry!) so they could answer the door.

The farmer kindly welcomed me and pointed me into the direction of the kitchen, we he proceeded to feed me a large amount of biscuits and wine while in his underpants.. We watched TV, yet could hardly communicate.

But i'll never forget the look on the mans face as he opened the door to me that night.

 

[MaryLynn]

What an adventure...for all of you!

 

[amsimoes]

I had such a wonderful walk on the Camino Portugese, after walking the Frances i couldn't get enough and had to continue the experience.

I had just arrived into a small village a few days after leaving Coimbra (I had some great hospitality there, from some university students) and was about to pitch up my tent for the night..

I found a small little vineyard and as it was getting dark (I usually pitch my tent just before sunrise to avoid any disturbances) i pitched my tent and a man man walked around the corner and was staring at my with his hand on his hips. Uh-oh i guess i'll have to find another place to camp..

I walk forward and tell the man i am a pilgrim walking to Santiago, In this moment he jumps onto his small tractor and says "Here is what i can offer, but you have to come drink some wine with my family"

(I was barely able to translate what he was saying, but it was pretty simple communicating with body language.)

Why not... i thought.

I headed in and he offered me dinner, I politely decline.. Having just eaten my nightly ration of chocolate muesli (I carried kilos of it, as i was walking without money and needed a back up plan if the tree's didn't provide, fortunately it was a great time of the year for nuts/oranges/kiwis/apples)

He took me into the dinner room, and there were huge beef patties, king prawns, fresh cheese and wine all being served up, Suddenly i changed my mind... and communicated i'd love to have dinner. I sat down at the table, talking with his daughter who spoke some English, where-in she then communicated i was a good guy, and they should give me a bed. I greatly accepted the offer of that and a shower (it had been a while!)

I then told them i'd like to look around for a few hours in the little village, which the kindly obliged.

I ended up getting lost on the way back, and ended up there at 1 am.. (my fear of knocking on the wrong door was overwhelming) and woke them (i'm sorry!) so they could answer the door.

The farmer kindly welcomed me and pointed me into the direction of the kitchen, we he proceeded to feed me a large amount of biscuits and wine while in his underpants.. We watched TV, yet could hardly communicate.

But i'll never forget the look on the mans face as he opened the door to me that night.

Hi
You can believe.
Most Portuguese are just like this.