Sunday; The sun grew timidly and the temperature seemed to rise. But the body called for action and action was from where the sun comes: to the mountains.
I prepared the new Monte Campo, blue and gray, with 30 liters, and made myself on the road.
N1 to Albergaria and then up the Vouga. The road was slippery and didn`t allow great fancies; The sun penetrated the branches and tree leaves, creating a welcoming atmosphere.
With so much curve-turning, the hunger pressed and the first stop was for a coffee and a cake, in the Vouzelas`s Cafe Central. A delight, as always.
Good lunch and early in Cambra? Or lunch wherever and whenever?
The idea was to cross Castro Daire - for not happen like the last time here!! - I decided to continue traveling.Passing S.Pedro do Sul is time to remember childhood, remembering this same road on the way to Penedono (the final destination), is time to remind me of the parallels road with oranges vendors, the blue Peugeot (or gray, depends on the Year), the car full of nuts and potatoes, things "that the earth gives".
Good asphalt and a course of great beauty between S. Pedro do Sul and Castro Daire. With the dry weather of the last days, the trees hold the leaves and give an autumnal color to the whole scene: yellow, orange, dark red.
How beautiful is my country!
At the top of the mountain, where the N226 leads to the N225, at the junction with the N2 and A24, I went down a narrow and steep road that led me to the river beach of Folgosa.
What a charm. A clear, crystalline water that the cold helps to make it even brighter. Horses and a flock, birds sipping in the water. With a certain step, a set of stones help cross the Paiva river, on the way to Santiago.
From there, with the hunger to tighten, the destination was Vila Nova de Paiva.
"- Where can I find a traditional food restaurant?
- From where?".
There was no musk rice and the goatling had been a young rebel... some years ago.
In Vila Nova de Paiva I went up, through a cobbled, mossy, to the chapel of Sto. Antony and the belvedere. Wind farm, a viewpoint for wind farms. Sad eastern country.
With the spirit of Aquilino, wrapped in the womb of fog, I rode to Freixinho, right next to Vilar dam.
The rest was in the Hotel Rural Convento Nossa Senhora do Carmo, a restored convent, with a beautiful dining room adorned with a large mirror. Rooms with a decor that is congenial to the convent and the ideal place for a short break with the right company.
Speaking of dinner, I ventured into the fog and went to Moimenta da Beira, to taste the cod with Cabicanca. Very good!
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