“These are the enjoyments which set riches at scorn, and make even a poor man independent.”
-Buckthorn, Tales of a Traveller, Washington Irving
I hopped off of my bicycle and landed my feet upon the good earth at Vila Nova de Milfontes, Portugal. I have been here for the past two and a half weeks, and I am beginning to think that my feet are stuck. The jagged Atlantic coastline calls to me each morning, and, of course, I must oblige it with a stroll down to the beach. The Rio Mira guides my walk through the old city and out to the ocean with the gently rolling current.
It is here that I rest on the shore. Sometimes I run. Sometimes I talk to Mira, Sometimes I look at all the naked people on the beach. And sometimes I just do nothing.
This town is beautiful. . .. and empty. In August, the city can boast a population of over fifteen thousand; in the winter this number goes down two thirds. So I walk the empty streets and thoroughly enjoy being in a place with a crisp sea breeze, fresh air untainted by any city, and miles of coastline to walk in perfect solitude.
I think I like Vila Nova de Milfontes. I think I really like Portugal.
I live on under fifteen dollars a day here, and I eat really well and sleep comfortably. I also have a 24 hour free internet connection at the Casa Amarela guesthouse.
What could be better?
Wade from Vagabond Journey.com
Vila Nova de Milfontes, Portugal
November 16, 2007
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