We took advantage of a holiday-packed early May to spend some time in Portugal. After a day filled with a two-and-a-half hour flight, a fraught 40 minutes getting from the airport to the train station in Lisbon, a two-and-a-half hour train ride up to Porto, and a hilly walk to our hotel, we found ourselves on our balcony enjoying this view of the city:
Sadly, the weather was gray and rainy most of our days in Porto and we did not get to enjoy the pool at the hotel. Our hotel was located in the middle of the cellars and tasting rooms of a number of port wine houses. We did tours and tastings of two different houses as well as a tasting of red, white and port wines from the Douro region at our hotel.
As always, I loved the technical aspects of the tours. One of the houses we visited told us that the grapes are crushed by foot! The people stomping on the grapes sing traditional songs so they all maintain the same rhythm and the grapes are crushed uniformly. We did not make it out to the Douro wine region, where the grapes for port wine are grown, but I would love to do that on a future trip.
We spent most of our time exploring the city despite the dreary weather. We even made it out to the coast to see the Atlantic Ocean. The waves were huge and it was a cool day, so I just dipped a hand into the water and J observed from a safe distance.