Sintra

Sad to leave our little home in Lisboa, such a nice place and such lovely staff and our Angolan friends of three generations, and our Portuguese camino friends. However we will return for a day or two as it is a transit place to other towns and cities

A short train ride sees us in Sintra, and yes a long walk uphill to our very big home in a local family’s lovely villa. Very difficult to find so a local visitor guided us about 1km to the front door, we’re getting used to this

Our host couple are delightful but the five star treatment is taking a bit of getting used to. They took time out from their Sunday family lunch barbeque to familiarise us so well we feel like locals and even more so when they took off to Lisboa leaving us in charge

But being the delinquents that we are we took off to check out what the Moors had been up to all those years ago and we found lots. To get to them we had to traverse gullies and take long zig-zag roads past botanical gardens that crept up the hill, Moor and German palaces on top of hills and then the old city itself on the side of a hill

A delightful walk home past a very unusual sunset where the sun seemed to be squashing in to the water, I’m not sure whether I captured this