First, a big hello to Kathy, Danny’s mother, who has been reading the blog and I’ve been shouting ‘HELLO’ to from the background most mornings while Danny is on the phone. Looking forward to meeting you again when we get to Ireland!
After staying up until 1am watching Ted Lasso (using our holiday time wisely, I know) we decided to have a lie in. Our only planned activity of the day wasn’t until 12:30.
To get across to the port house side of the river we walked down, down, down to the water level and crossed the lower level of Porto’s iconic bridge.
This was our first proper trip over to this side and it provided an excellent view of the side we were staying on. Hills might be an effort to navigate but hilly cities are much more scenic.
If we had thought the other side of the city was busy, this side was heaving – and on a Monday.
We had booked an Airbnb port and cheese experience but we were a bit early so we went for a wander. We saw a famous rabbit.
I had booked the port and cheese tasting experience at a port house called Quevedo, through Airbnb experiences. It was only $30 and came with a talk on port and the history of the port house.
I am 90% certain that it was one of the same port houses luke and I visited last time we were here but the cheese was a nice addition and I got to refresh my knowledge of port.
We both agreed the white port was our favourite. I don’t think it’s available to Australia but I might try bringing some home from the uk.
For the rest of the afternoon we wandered around and sat a few different places. The first did a port and chocolate pairing.
After all the chocolate and cheese what I obviously needed was a large lunch. We found an Italian restaurant in a nice laneway and I ordered carbonara and Danny had pizza. But first they brought out tiny perfect little garlic breads.
It was an absolutely stunning carbonara, served in a bowl that was lava-hot, but I realised halfway through that I had severely overestimated my capacity. I ate it all and refused to learn any kind of lesson from my experience.
One thing Danny observed as we sat there was that not a single table in Spain or Portugal had been the slightest bit wobbly. At home about half of tables require extensive chocking with coasters or wadded-up serviettes, yet here they seem to have no problem setting up a table on a cobblestone street with a 20 degree slope.
We had a drink on the waterfront and listened to a busker for a while, then caught the cable car up to the top of the hill.
We went back to a little bar we had visited two nights previously. It was by a bus stop and looked like the kind of place frequented by locals. Six drinks and a bowl of chips were 24 euros – and the gin and tonics here are at least double the size of ones at home.
One the way home we crossed the top of the bridge and managed to be right on time for an absolutely spectacular sunset.
After an afternoon of drinking and an early morning start, I went to bed early and made the most of our last night in our lovely apartment.