Our second day at Quinta de Odelouca began. This time, I had opted for fresh bread rolls which the camp ground offered as a breakfast option. Quite happy with the choice, we started to pack the carrier backpack and my own small backpack: Today, we’d see some of our surrounding!

The short hike Flo picked was to get to San Marco de Sierra via the hill route, have lunch there and then come back along the river. We started around 10am when the sun was already up high but temperature-wise it was still okay. Then…we went face first into the hills. 😉 To be fair, we first had to cross a small river to get to the hill. There was no convenient bridge close by, just a railway one, so we did it the old fashioned way. I, once more, was quite happy for my hiking sandals because I just walked on through. Flo, carrying Number 3 in a backpack, had opted for heavy hiking boots and thus needed to find a shallow route. It wasn’t a problem either.

Then, we went face first up the hill. I’m not sure if the pictures will do it any justice. It was steep. Very steep. I was wondering if a 4WD drive could make it. Probably yes…anyhow, have I mentioned that it was steep?

It was a very pretty hike though. Through fields of flowers, under cork oaks (which I hadn’t seen before) and by the stump of an old tower. Towards San Marco de Sierra which appeared as a lovely white city in the distance once we had crested the hill in between. Seeing the village was quite misleading though as the path wound its way on the crest to the tops of two more hills before descending again.

By around 11.30am we had made it. Half an hour to spare to meander through the village before having lunch in a recommended eatery. Wait, is it closed?

Turned out, it isn’t open Saturday at lunch time. Feeling rather hungry after our hike, we checked the next eatery. It was 22 minutes by foot away. Back into walking mode, we finally arrived at a place that was open. And buzzing. Geez, is that because it’s Saturday? There was hardly a table available. And a whole pig roasting on a spit in front of the eatery. No one spoke a lot of English so I am not sure if it happens every Saturday or if it was a special occasion. Anyway, we got food, even vegetarian things for me. The poor waitress made a face once she understood that I wanted something vegetarian but then was quick to suggest an omelette with cheese. Portions were enormous. Baby also dug into the food. Seems like it’s true and kids just looooooooove chicken.

Flo finished the whole affair with a coffee while Number 3 charmed everyone again. Like a chiselled farm hand, looking serious and ordering a coffee and a shot for lunch…suddenly cracked into a big smile and waved at baby because baby was standing in his way, waving at him. Portugal turns out to be a very good country to travel with kids.

Filled to the brim, we were ready to go once more. This time, we followed along the river for a bit and crossed the river one last time. The way back seemed long now but then, we could see the camp ground and were rather relieved. At least in my case.

Flo still had energy left to jump into the pool with Number 3 before having a short stop over on the porch of the camp ground owners. They offer glasses of wine, port or soft drinks for a very reasonable price while you sit at the same table and chit chat. Unfortunately, most of the campers were Dutch and just could not be persuaded to speak English. Unable to follow the conversation (especially me), we cut our time there short and went to have dinner instead.

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