This morning we reluctantly bid goodbye to our boutique hotel in Sintra and started north toward Spain again. We wanted to explore some more of the north of Portugal and decided a small town high in the mountains might be interesting. Four hours and several empty highways later we began up the hills, into some serious mountains. As we rose higher an electronic sign on the road warned of snow the next three kilometers. No snow appeared but rain and cold winds of forty degrees. Cold after southern Portugal. The views were spectacular but there was no place to stop the car for a picture.
We found the “town,” a city really, of Vila Real near the top and stopped at a hotel in the center of the city with a parking garage. They offered a special price for this weekend. The town’s chestnut festival was in full swing but rather rained out, only a few participants remained. The view from our room was the best.