We went to Portugal last Thursday because the kids had Friday and Monday off from school. Porto was this really charming beautiful city with absolutely no sense of a lay out at all. Freeways went every which direction and if you took the wrong one, good luck turning around. It literally took us 3 hours to find our hotel. I'm sure Cory already talked about it in his blog, but let me just say that it was worse than he said. We finally found a hotel (not ours) and we sere so excited. I went in and got directions and off we went. We ended up so lost that we couldn't even find our way back to civilization. So we stopped in at the neighborhood pasteleria and asked again for directions. This time there were 3 men in there and they couldn't decide what to tell us, so the owner told us to get into our car and follow him. Weston was already car sick and so he was hanging out the window throwing up as we tried to stay close to our escort. His head came a little too close to a few parked cars. After 15 minutes we ended up right back at that first hotel. We couldn't tell him the kind man, so we just thanked him profusely, waited until he was gone and went back in to talk to the very nice hotel staff. they again told us how to get to our hotel. But we were lost within minutes. I don't know how Cory eventually found it, but it was a nice sight to see. My idea was to stop at the telepizza, order a pizza to be delivered to our hotel, and then follow the scooter. I know, I'm brillant!
The next day we took the On and Off Tourist bus and it was wonderful. I love the colors of Portugal and all the amazing tile that covers the exteriors of the building. Very different than Spain.
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That really was a brilliant idea to find your hotel!
Are you ready to come home yet? We miss you! This weekend is the Cowboy poetry festival in Heber wish you could come with us! Do you think you'll be bored when you get home? You won't get lost on our streets for sure!
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