A Lot of BULL

As we roll around on the Bay of Biscay, many memories of my road trip from Lisbon to Vigo roll around in my head! We are sailing through 'swells' of 12 ft. and the ship, as large as it is, is swaying quite a bit from this encounter. For the first time in days there is sunlight with scattered clouds, rather than the cloudy days we've had.

César and I agreed that a little over 24 hours is just not long enough to be together and enjoy a trip. Of course we liked being together but everything was too rushed with the schedule. He was at the pier before the ship even docked waiting for me. I had to wait a while after the first passengers went on shore because I needed immigration and customs approval. When I finally got off and walked through the 'safe zone' and through the terminal and saw him waiting for me, we both just smiled! First was the American greeting, a big hug, and then the traditional European greeting, a kiss on both cheeks. We went to the car and talked a lot and he opened the surprises I had for him and they brought laughs as always and then we headed out for our big road trip. We got on a different highway than we had been on before and from the beginning it was a beautiful drive. Although I am not sure drive is the word for it. We had gone a long way before I commented that I wasn't comfortable with him going 140 miles an hour. He laughed and said it was kilometers and I felt much better! We were only going 100 miles an hour!! Then I got excited and said that the 299 to Porto, was so much closer than I thought since it was km. not miles! The whole trip seemed shorter to me because of the numbers being km, notmiles and he thought that was pretty funny. I really wanted to see the ocean so we took a side trip which turned out to be a very long way, to eat our Portuguese lunch near the beach. I was sad that we didn't stop for any pictures along the way and you can't get good pictures when you are flying by at 100 miles an hour. Next time we will do this trip with a lot more time to enjoy the sights along the way. We were both frustrated at the pace we had to keep to get to Vigo that day. But we could admire the beauty as we flew past it! We tried to enjoy Porto, what I saw was beautiful! But the traffic was horrible so I wanted to just turn around and get out so we didn't really visit anywhere in Portugal. We arrived in Spain with no big welcome. We took a turn to Vigo, which I don't think we should have taken because rather than being on a freeway we were on gorgeous back roads through mountains. However, we had no idea where we were and it was getting late, and we didn't want to be lost up there in the dark. So we stopped on a country road for me to get out the hotel info from my suitcase in the back of the car so we could call and see where to go. WEll, that is when the bull story begins...but it is time for my French class so I will have to continue the big bull story later, what an adventure that was! so for now, Au Revoir!