We are sitting here at our hotel in the Douro 
Valley, Portugal. Missy is researching our next stop and I am trying to concentrate on writing this entry. I say trying because I can’t help but to look up from my laptop: in the shade of an olive tree overlooking the vineyard, listening to the birds – this is truly a place to remember.
Ok – focus.
Our first stop in Portugal was in the small town in the southern part of the county in Santiago du Cacem. Population, maybe 75. This charming village was home to our guest house for two days where we spent our days at the beach.
The winding roads, to avoid the tolls, are what I would consider, less than 1 lane. The lack of population is evident, passing town after town of 10-15 homes.
The birds here at the vineyard are competing on who can sing the loudest as they dart through the fruit trees.
FOCUS!!!!
Leaving small town life, we headed to Lisbon – the capital city. The change was almost indescribable. From having the roads and beaches practically to ourselves to a frenzy of city life. The cars parked in every location – yes, even in the middle of the street. In Lisbon we enjoyed the Sao Jorge Castel, and the beautiful squares in the city.
Driving north we went to the walled city of Obidos. This magnificent city sits on top of a hill surrounded by ancient city walls. The walls were tall and at times a little precarious. 
We walked the entire length of the city taking in the fantastic views – and the Ginja – served in a chocolate cup (cherry liquor).
In Porto we marveled at the hillside buildings and enjoyed staying in the city – Missy found a great deal for a city center hotel. The car safely parked, we ventured out on foot. The steep hills and STAIRS – I don’t know how many we climbed but lets just say it was at least 18.5 million.
That catches us up to now. We are in what could be one of the most beautiful locations in the world. Steep hillsides with grapes hanging on sheer cliffs. The food, the wine and the location is out of a dream. The driving however is a nightmare. The quaint streets with only one lane that I mentioned earlier – picture that with no guardrail, and a sheer cliff on one side and a rock face on the other. Our little Seat, we named Izzy (Seat Ibiza), was working so hard up the steep cliffs with blind corners. The views are worth it – even if it does cause a little panic.
Missy has found our next spot so we can now just sit, relax and listen to the birds – before we have to drive these hills to find dinner tonight.