We’re off at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning flying on Ryanair from Porto to London Stansted, then after a 6 hour layover, from Stansted to Copenhagen on easyJet. Forecast high for tomorrow in Porto is 25 degrees C; for Copenhagen it’s 12 degrees C. In other words, Catherine is going to need to get herself a new spring coat pretty soon after we arrive there.
Porto has been wonderful, and we’re certain to return someday soon, as we feel like we’ve only scratched the surface of its wonders.
We spent our last day here rambling around Leça da Palmeira, going out to the beach and having a bite to eat, and getting all packed up. Tonight we’re going out for dinner to the fish restaurant that’s a stones throw from our house — the restaurant we’ve been walking by for almost two weeks and marveling at the smells of fresh fish on the grill.
If Catherine’s symbolic representations of taxis and airports and 7 a.m. to the woman at the corner store made enough sense, a cab will arrive here tomorrow morning to carry us off north.
Look out Copenhagen, here we come…