Now that we have been back in Spain for 8 months, yes I said 8 months! I can’t believe how fast time is flying by. Anyway, now that we have been back, I am the one in the family with the itchy feet to explore, discover and move about. The rest of the family can give or take it at this point. Today happens to be Leap Day, but also a school holiday for the kids. With determination and a little of “We are all going”, we went to find the Roman Bridge in town.
Our final day in Portugal meant packing up and heading out. Traveling in general is a bit more complicated than usual because we all have to make sure we pack all of our equipment (cables, cords, etc.). It’s further complicated because we need to remember those power converter doohickeys. They tend to blend into the sockets, so it’s very easy to leave them behind.
Once checked out of the hotel, we were on the road. Doing some route investigation, Heidi came up with a rather unique, nay, bizarre thing to see on our way out of Portugal. And I am not lying when I say bizarre. I think it’s safe to say we pegged my Bizarre-o-Meter at about 11. I think it’s also safe to say that this is a multi-national, multi-cultural meter, so bizarre for me is bizarre for anyone and everyone.