Back in the saddle


Our guests departed early this morning (whose idea was the 04:30 check-in time, anyway??) and have now safely landed on the other side of the Atlantic. Meanwhile, the above image perfectly illustrates the current condition of my wife and me.

In addition to all of the food and desserts, our guests learned about the joys of Portuguese beer. (Apologies to my Spanish readers, but after having Spanish beer in Ayamonte, we all scurried back across the Guadiana River to the Portuguese side and sighed in relief upon imbibing some good old Sagres beer.) One of them also discovered a love of white port, and on one memorable night I made mojitos, thus destroying a fifth of Cuban rum in just a few hours. (Americans tend to derive a special pleasure out of drinking good Cuban rum, since they can’t get it at home.)

Is it too late to fast now that Lent is over?

At any rate, I’m now sorting through photos and will start posting some of the best tomorrow. After such a lovely break from routine, it feels good to get back in the saddle.


About Fletcher DeLancey

Socialist heathen and Mac-using author of the Chronicles of Alsea, who enjoys pondering science, politics, well-honed satire (though sarcastic humor can work, too) and all things geeky.
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8 Responses to Back in the saddle

  1. Lisa Shaw says:

    Qte pic. 😉 Did the vacation metabolism thing work for you, too?

  2. I’m more of a Super Bock drinker.

  3. xenatuba says:

    I did not pose for that photo, really…though it is very apropos. We are safely home as of 0100 our time, which our rough (very rough) calculations determined to be 31 hours since we awoke. While the layovers looked long on paper, they were adequate for all of the stupid airport stuff and maintaining our fluid input/output.

    I do prefer Sagres over Super Bock, but that is like saying that I prefer one brand of divine chocolate over another. My regrets are that I was unable to smuggle that smooth Cuban rum into the states, and that by the time we had a decent dinner layover in SFO, I was too travel fatigued to enjoy Hendricks Gin that was featured at the restaurant.

    Guess I’ll just have to visit again….

    (Vacation metabolism wasn’t too bad. Gain of 6.5 pounds per the scale this a.m.)

    Swinging leg into saddle of routine now.

  4. karyn7 says:

    I enter the plea of “temporary insanity” to the 4:30 a.m. arrival time to the airport. At least I knew the proper bribe for our taxi drivers! Although, the chocolate bribe might have been a more powerful bribe had we not already eaten our way through the entire south of Portugal. Perfect pic!

  5. And so much that they haven’t seen: Douro Valley, Minho Region (The Shire of Portugal), Oporto, Braga, Guimarães, Viana do Castelo, Aveiro, etc. Same with the food:
    Rojões à minhota with Papas Sarrabulho
    Cabrito assado em forno de lenha
    arroz de pato
    Francesinha á moda do Porto
    Tripas à moda do Porto
    Arroz de Cabidela
    Pernil de Porco assado no forno.

    Next Time…

  6. Still, it’s nothing that could be compared to Yosemite, Redwood,Sequoia, Yellowstone, Bryce Canyon, Grand Canyon, Grand Tetons, etc.
    But at least the food is better here, except for the ribs and burguers in Texas, lol.

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