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selenakOn to more exploring of the Algarve. This coast is the most Western part of the Iberian Peninsula.
To be specific: the lighthouse is said spot. It stands on Cap St. Vincent, because supposedly the bones of this Diocletian era martyr were swept on shore there, followed by two ravens. The other legend I was stold is that this is supposedly the safest spot to be in the event on the planet of a nuclear war.
Someone has a sense of humor and speaks German:
These are the remains of the original hermitage devoted to St. Vincent and a more modern church, a little more inland compared to the lighthouse
St. Vincent and potential safety in the nuclear apocalypse aside, the era‘s main claim to fame is that Sagres, the nearest town, was where Prince Henry the Navigator pushed the development of the Portuguese navy. To be specific, at the fort, where there are some old structures, more new ones, and a lot of reminiscences.
All this sea exploration is of course a two edged sword these days, because with finding trading routes came colonialism and the modern slave trade. My guide book claims that the city of Lagos (not the Nigerian one, the Algarve one) is where the first slave auction of the post medieval era took place as a direct result of one of the captains Henry supported returning. And here‘s the „this is owned by Portugal“ symbol they were supposed to plant everywhere:
Inside the fortress, there‘s a poem by the second most famous Portuguese poet, Fernando Pessoa:
Oh ocean preceding us, your fears
Had coral and beaches and forests to them.
Were the night and fog unveiled,
The past's storms and mystery,
The Afar would blossom, and the starlit South Shine resplendent on the ship of initiation.
Austere line of the distant coast -
Upon the ship's approach, the slope of the land rises In trees with nothing Far about them;
Closer by, the earth opens up in sounds and colours:
And upon landing there are birds and flowers
Where from afar there was only an abstract line.
The dream is to see the invisible forms
Of imprecise distances, and, with sensitive
Movements of hope and will,
To seek out in the cold line of the horizon
The tree, the beach, the flower, the bird, the fountain - The much-deserved caresses of Truth.
What he said. On to more hiking along the coast, now around the Ponta de Piedade:
And with this, I‘m off again to soak up more sun and beauty in Portugal.
To be specific: the lighthouse is said spot. It stands on Cap St. Vincent, because supposedly the bones of this Diocletian era martyr were swept on shore there, followed by two ravens. The other legend I was stold is that this is supposedly the safest spot to be in the event on the planet of a nuclear war.
Someone has a sense of humor and speaks German:
These are the remains of the original hermitage devoted to St. Vincent and a more modern church, a little more inland compared to the lighthouse
St. Vincent and potential safety in the nuclear apocalypse aside, the era‘s main claim to fame is that Sagres, the nearest town, was where Prince Henry the Navigator pushed the development of the Portuguese navy. To be specific, at the fort, where there are some old structures, more new ones, and a lot of reminiscences.
All this sea exploration is of course a two edged sword these days, because with finding trading routes came colonialism and the modern slave trade. My guide book claims that the city of Lagos (not the Nigerian one, the Algarve one) is where the first slave auction of the post medieval era took place as a direct result of one of the captains Henry supported returning. And here‘s the „this is owned by Portugal“ symbol they were supposed to plant everywhere:
Inside the fortress, there‘s a poem by the second most famous Portuguese poet, Fernando Pessoa:
Oh ocean preceding us, your fears
Had coral and beaches and forests to them.
Were the night and fog unveiled,
The past's storms and mystery,
The Afar would blossom, and the starlit South Shine resplendent on the ship of initiation.
Austere line of the distant coast -
Upon the ship's approach, the slope of the land rises In trees with nothing Far about them;
Closer by, the earth opens up in sounds and colours:
And upon landing there are birds and flowers
Where from afar there was only an abstract line.
The dream is to see the invisible forms
Of imprecise distances, and, with sensitive
Movements of hope and will,
To seek out in the cold line of the horizon
The tree, the beach, the flower, the bird, the fountain - The much-deserved caresses of Truth.
What he said. On to more hiking along the coast, now around the Ponta de Piedade:
And with this, I‘m off again to soak up more sun and beauty in Portugal.
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Date: 2023-05-06 04:10 am (UTC)The bratwurst truck had me in stitches. I'm sure they have good bratwurst in Pennsylvania, and you're in the right place for seafaring! *g*
Wow, the coastline hiking must really be amazing. I'm glad you're getting some sunny days (and also that it's not peak summer, best of both worlds). What are the temperatures like there?
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Date: 2023-05-06 08:25 pm (UTC)Temperatures: In the morning at breakfast, it‘s cool enough to need long trousers, ca. 17-20 degree Centigrade. Then it quickly heats up, which is why I walk around in shorts when hiking, and by the evening it‘s around 27 degree Centigrade.
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Date: 2023-05-06 03:51 pm (UTC)My favorite is the one with the little boats with umbrellas -- really shows the variety and scale of the rock formations, and the lovely contrast between the rock and the water, all in one picture :D
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Date: 2023-05-06 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-05-07 10:04 pm (UTC)And the Bratwurst truck is delightful in an entirely different way. *g*