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What a day! Seeing the Portuguese countryside on the train.
Making a new friend. Taking a taxi ride. (We almost never take a taxi.)
It was a full day. By the way, on an early morning walk to the train station, I saved someone’s life. I screamed, “STOP!” just before Papa stepped on “Two Tone Tony,” our friendly neighborhood stink bug. Tony paused and said to me in a squeaky, little voice, “Thanks, kid! You saved my life.” Of course, he squeaked it in Portuguese, but I could tell what he meant.
We arrived at the station in Porto and hopped on a modern train. The train wended (cool word, that Papa taught me) through beautiful country side, to a smaller town called Guimarães The sights along the way were so good that Papa didn’t even fall asleep this timeã
We have a lot of photos of Papa sleeping when we’re riding planes, trains, buses, and even in automobiles.
Second, when I tell you this, you’re going to say, “That’s our Nona!” Once we got to Guimarães, Nona didn’t want to pay the big price of a round trip taxi out to Citânia de Briteiros, an archeological site. That would have been 40 Euros (or about 52 US dollars), but she and Papa really wanted to go.
So, as soon as they got off the train, she walked right up to a perfect stranger at a taxi stand, and she asked him, “Are you going out to Citânia de Briteiros?”
In surprise, he stared at her a moment, and then nodded yes, yes that’s where he wanted to go. “Want to share a taxi?” she asked excitedly. I guess her excitement was catching, because, almost without thinking he said, “OK.” Nona had him and Papa in a taxi before they knew what was happening. The taxi fare would now be split three ways. I could tell that made her happy.
Oh, also, about that new friend. That’s the guy Nona picked up for the taxi ride. He turned out to be a really good companion for exploring the archeological site. Guess where he is from! Hint: somewhere in the U.S. Another hint: well known song by Stephen Foster. Yeah, Kentucky.
What are the chances of us running into a guy from Kentucky at a taxi stand in Guimaraes, Portugal? Also, what are the chances that he’s going to the same place that we’re going? Amazing. He’s a professor at a university and was here to give a paper at an academic conference. So, Nona’s strategy for saving money also worked well for finding a new friend.
Now, back to the ancient city. … Oh, no! Nona says I have to send this now, because we have to leave on another walk. Oh, well, I promise that my next email will be all about the Iron Age city walk that we did with our new friend from Kentucky. Gotta go.
I’m your friend.
P.S. To Be Continued with “Solbit Visits an Iron Age Fortified City”
- You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
- You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”