In 1979 Eleanor rented an apartment on Marine Street in St. Augustine. A painter traveling from Mexico she found a place that fit her desires. An ancient, tropical enclave by the sea. A few months later she met Curt, a newly arrived woodenboat sailor who had traveled down the East Coast from the Outer Banks of North Carolina stopping and working along the way. He too had found a good reason to stay.

From that time, through their years together and the many places they have lived, they have documented their experiences through creative expression. Their story continues here...

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Into Portugal

We entered the northern border of Portugal on June 13. Ellie suggested we find the Mosteiro de Sao Martinho de Tibaes. After a few wrong turns and some strained directions we arrived at the remote site. The restoration was immaculate and the gardens 'muy tranquila'.

Within the monastery courtyard



What we assumed were the original ladders



Portugal is covered in tile



Climbing to the garden chapel



Chapel



The chapel's porch ceiling



Organ pipes



Carvings everywhere you looked



Spring planting


I had noticed Parque Nationale de Peneda Geres on the map earlier. Since we explore without plans or reservations (and often without a clue) I headed that way hoping for the best. After at 'least a million' curves we climbed to the village of Geres known for its healing springs. The camping was very primitive with sites perched precariously along stone tiers stepping down the mountain side. The hiking and the food (fresh trout) were great and we felt we had made another memorable discovery.









Alone...



... high in the Park






Along the mountain road



What's a little rain...






Geres


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