Fruit Trees, Ancient Waters, and a New Friend
Hi friends, it’s me—Luna 🐾
On Saturday, Mom and I hopped in the car and drove east. You wouldn’t believe how quickly Portugal changes—one minute we’re by the ocean, the next we’re winding through mountains on streets so narrow I thought Grandpa’s car might get stuck. My anxiety levels were through the roof! But she’s a good driver, so I just stuck my head in the seat and enjoyed the smells.
Our first stop was a town called Vouzela, a place with centuries of history. People say its origins trace back to medieval times, and it’s known for charming granite houses, Romanesque bridges, and beautiful landscapes dotted with vineyards. Mom said it’s also famous for “Vouzela pastries”—but sadly, she didn’t let me taste one.
We met up with a new friend, Carlos. He’s very kind and thoughtful. The first time we met, he even brought me a treat, so I decided he’s okay. Together, we went for a walk along the Ecopista do Vouga, an old railway line turned greenway. It was amazing! Grapes, apples, and even orange trees lined the path. I was so excited that I couldn’t help pulling on my leash (Mom wasn’t thrilled about that). A loose dog started following us too, and Mom was worried, but luckily he was harmless.
After our walk, we drove to São Pedro do Sul, a town famous for its hot springs. Did you know that even Queen Dona Amélia, the last queen of Portugal, came here in the 19th century for treatments? But the baths go back even further—the Romans built bathhouses here centuries ago, and people have been coming ever since for healing waters.
Before exploring, we grabbed lunch from Intermarché: rice, salad, salmon, and broa bread. We ate in a peaceful park by the river. I had to sit tied to a tree while they ate, and let’s just say I wasn’t impressed. Mom says I gave her my “are you serious?” look.
When we finally walked into town, I expected something like the hot springs in Portland that Mom told me about, where you just relax outside in steaming pools. But here, the hot spring waters flow into enclosed Roman-style bathhouses inside modern buildings. You even need an appointment! The best part for me was the fountain in the center of town, where hot spring water bubbled up fresh. Mom laughed when I leaned in for a sip—it was delicious!
Before heading home, we picked up some artisan sweets and liquor (Mom says those are for humans only, sigh). By then, I was tired but happy.
It was a day full of mountains, history, and good company. I think Carlos might be sticking around for more adventures. Mom mentioned waterfalls next weekend. Count me in! 🐾✨
—Luna