More Mini Vacation

On Sunday Apr 12 we took a back-road drive about a half hour to the city of Braga, to the southwest of here.  We followed a route we'd never taken before, and it was a beautiful slice of the Portuguese countryside.  We browsed a pottery outlet and had lunch in a big, boisterous restaurant next door called Pó d'Arroz (entry shown at left), which served tasty basic food to a throng of locals (and us).  The name literally translates to "rice flour", and we can't find any cultural significance for that, so I guess the restaurant is just named after rice flour.  Their favorite ingredient?

Back in Ponte de Lima there was a big line at the grocery store, and we took our place at the end.  A minute later a store security guard came up to us and motioned to follow him.  Oh no, were we suspected shoplifters?  No, he took us to a self-check register and checked us out, item by item.  What a nice thing to do!  We also found that you don't put your self-checked-out items directly in a bag, you put them arranged on a shelf next to the register.  There may be cameras above to keep an eye on the self-check items.  Anyway, it was a very nice gesture from the guard; we jumped the line with his help and were soon on our way.

Pat's shoulder ultrasound a few weeks ago has led to a series of daily appointments at a local, modern physiotherapist.  She has gotten TENS treatments, other electro-stimulation, massage and motion stretching, and they are successfully improving her range of motion without pain.  The first week of hour-long visits have been beneficial, and we hope for more like that along with some home exercises.  The co-pay for her 15 visits is € 12 ($14) each.

On Wednesday Apr 15 we took the afternoon off for a trip to the town of Ponte da Barca and some lunch there, pork loin at the Emigrante restaurant.  Ponte da Barca is a nice little town about a half hour due east of us, also on the Lima river like Ponte de Lima.  It has a lot of the same character as Ponte de Lima.  On the way back we followed some signs to a viewpoint, capped with huge rounded boulders.

The restaurant (stock photo)

Mmm, lunch

On the way to the viewpoint

Where the road ended

And the view from there

And the following day we took another trip to Ponte da Barca, to take some more photos and have some more lunch.  This time we found the Roman style bridge (built in the 14th century), the "Ponte" part of "Ponte da Barca".  "Barca" in Portuguese means "boat", so the town is named "bridge of the boat".  Why do you need a boat if you have a bridge?  Apparently they named the town after the boat that used to ferry across the river before the bridge was built.  There's a little rowboat monument in town.  Here is a video of the Lima river and the Ponte da Barca bridge:

Mmm, lunch	Statues and a hospital on the town square
Ponte da Barca street scene	The famous bridge

Here is a surprise about Portuguese income tax: you don't know how much you owe or will be refunded when you submit your tax form, unlike the US form 1040 where the total is shown.  Here, the Fiscal Authority computes your tax from your form and lets you know.  Our form was just submitted, but we won't know what we owe or will be refunded until as late as July 31.  There is apparently no way to reliably estimate the amount from the form.  With the 1040 you can juggle things around to affect your tax before you submit it, but not here.  Maybe that's a good thing: they want you to just report your income and expenses without trying to jigger the books, and they just give you a fair figure computed the same way for everyone.  At least we hope it's something like that.

On Friday Apr 17 we checked out of our Airbnb mid-morning and drove around some more while the painters finished up and cleaned up.  We visited a local attraction, Mesa dos Quatros Abades ("Table of the Four Abbots"), located just a few kilometers from home.  The sign says it is "A place where four parishes converged, where the abbots would gather to discuss their problems".  It looks like a nice picnic area now, with a dark little shed holding summer chairs and tables.  We had tried to visit the site some time ago but the road looked impassible.  When we arrived at the head of the road this time, there were three workers just finishing up their lunch.  Gerrit asked about the Mesa, had a little conversation with a worker, and they hopped in their truck to escort us.  Their truck was much larger than our little car, but they made it down the narrow cobbled "impassible" road just fine.  We waved thanks as they drove on, hung out at the Mesa a little while, and then followed the truck's route through narrow and winding roads back to the highway.  We're learning how to navigate the narrowest passages with confidence.

Storage shed and tiles at Mesa dos Quatros Abades	Admiring the view from MdQA
"Bem vindo" means "welcome", and here's the welcoming committee	The countryside as we left MdQA
A charming little chapel on the way home	A soothing rest stop on a small river

Back home, the paint looked just beautiful and the painters had done an excellent job of finishing.  There had been little flaws and patched holes before painting which we can't even find now; they're patched perfectly.  The colors are very nice, similar to the original light pastels but with a "silk" finish rather than matte.  Marks clean off very easily.  (Don't ask how we know this.)  We spent the next few days cleaning and restoring, and we'll send some photos when it's presentable.  We have already unwrapped Pat's china hutch, the biggest and most fragile item we shipped from Seattle, and it's in beautiful shape, not a mar on it and all the glass pristine.  It's really nice to see that symbol of Amish craftsmanship from the US standing proudly here.

And immediately after the painters left the furniture store messaged to say our beds and nightstands are ready!  They will be delivered and assembled on Thursday Apr 23.  Maybe we'll wait on photos till that is complete.

As if this post didn't have enough photos, here are a couple more which fell through the cracks and should have made it into our last post.  There is a beautiful country scene with an old house and grazing sheep from our Apr 7 drive, and a nice view of the tiles and wisteria at the Ponte de Lima garden we visited on Apr 11.

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Our Local Mini Vacation

On Thursday April 9 we took advantage of our mini-vacation here in the Airbnb and drove to Viana do Castelo on the back roads.  We had lunch at our favorite restaurant there, Aquário, and had our favorite dishes of grilled robalo and dorado fish.  The Portuguese do that so well: fresh Atlantic fish seasoned with only olive oil and salt, grilled to perfection.

Afterward, we wandered around the countryside south of Viana and stumbled on a menir, or megalithic monument, in the middle of a neighborhood.  It's called the Menir São Paio de Antes, and it dates from the 3rd or 4th millenium BCE.  Thousands of years ago!  The plaque says it is 1.65 m high (5.4 ft) and with a southern inclination that "accentuates its eminently phallic profile".  Here's Pat looking a little embarrassed next to it.  Researchers believe that menirs functioned similarly to other Neolithic stone monuments, to mark places of collective importance, astral or fertility cults, and to mark territory.  We were in the Esposende region near Viana do Castelo, which reportedly has a "vast set" of them.

On Friday Apr 10 we got haircuts and beauty treatments (well, one of us anyway), and had lunch in a downtown Ponte de Lima restaurant which had been recommended to us.  It was nothing special, but fun and a nice view of the river.  Then we visited our house and spoke with the gardener and painter who were both there.  Pat did some planning with Alex the gardener, then we both went inside and were stunned at how beautifully the painting is coming along.  We are both used to a certain amount of imperfection, visible drywall marks, and texture added to paint and rollering in order to mask flaws, but these guys are creating a near-perfect surface and then painting it flawlessly.  Still they cluck about how it's not perfect because of the underlying surface, but it looks like showroom quality to us.

Our painter had started and worked several days on our job, purely on a handshake, before we were able to get money together for a deposit.  That was remarkable, and we told him how much we appreciated it.  He said he started his business in the southern part of Portugal where he was cheated on several jobs.  People there, he said, seemed to be proud of their ability to cheat and take advantage of others (sound like anyone you know?).  Since moving here to north Portugal (the Minho region) nine years ago though, he said it's much different.  He hasn't been underpaid on a single job.  He said people here tend to be proud of the quality of work they do rather than their cunning, which is what we have found too.

After checking on the homestead we did a little more driving around the area, familiarizing ourselves with the countryside.  It was a beautiful drive, including this shot of the village of Vila Nova de Cerveira from halfway up an adjacent mountain road, and what we dubbed "Husky Hill" for its purple and gold flowers.  We're keeping a lookout for a crimson and gray landscape for you Cougar fans.

On Saturday Apr 11 we visited the house to discuss having our painter (who is also a Velux skylight installer) come replace our skylights.  We hope he can undertake that as soon as a stretch of sunny weather rears up.

Then we visited a garden park right here in Ponte de Lima, just on the west side of the medieval bridge, which we hadn't been to before.  It's a beautiful big garden, with waterfalls, a conservatory, and a playground.  The wisteria hanging over many of the paths was in full bloom and gave off a gorgeous fragrance.  And thanks to PGPA Blog-o-Matic Scratch-n-Sniff, you can scratch your screen and enjoy it yourselves!  Go ahead, give it a try.  Mmm, delightful.  If you have any trouble, call Google tech support.

While in the conservatory we heard a croaking raucous sound, like a crow, but we couldn't see anything.  We went outside and scanned the ponds next to the conservatory for maybe frogs, and found a couple of them making the big noise.  Raucous Frogs.  You can use that for the name of your indie band.

	Scratch-n-Sniff!
	A little hut made from slabs of Portuguese cork bark
Princess Tree blossoms have a little insect landing strip	Inside the conservatory
Lead singer for The Raucous Frogs	You can see the medieval bridge past the trees

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Easter Fireworks, Painters Starting

On March 31 we selected the fourth of four painters who quoted on our job, and he will be able to start on April 7.  This is great news!  He shifted his schedule around to get started right away, he's very professional and qualified, and seems punctual and dependable too. 

And speaking of that sort of thing, a fellow expat asked the Gemini AI about Portuguese cultural norms and got a very interesting response.  Here is a summary:

•   Time is fluid in Portugal, and personal relationships often take precedence over rigid schedules.
•   The "yes" that doesn't lead to action is often not a lie, but a cultural desire to avoid conflict or preserve face.  In Portugal, saying "no" directly can feel rude or confrontational.
•   We need to shift from a "command and control" style to a "relationship and reminder" style.
•   In Portugal, people do things for people, not just for the company or the contract.
•   In some cultures a follow-up email is seen as a reminder; in Portugal, if done too harshly, it can be seen as a lack of trust.  A WhatsApp message actually feels more personal and less like a "paper trail" audit.

This comes simply from a distillation of online sources, of course, but AI does that so much better than we puny humans do.  It lines up well with our experience.  The typical American directness and task/schedule focus comes across to the Portuguese as rude and blunt, and Gerrit especially has seen himself make that mistake.  Adapting to the Portuguese style feels smoother, more personal, and more respectful.  Slower and less predictable, to be sure, but it's a warmer and more pleasant experience.

On April 1 we started to pack household things up, stack them away, and prepare for painting.  Not very exciting, but it's what we were mainly occupied with for a week or so.

Our pool heat pump installer Nuno came the afternoon of April 1 to examine the installation site and discuss options.  The new models are black and heat most efficiently in direct sun, so we have a perfect location picked out which gets full sun almost all day.  It's in an inconspicuous location too.  Nuno will be able to start installation shortly.

On Friday Apr 3 Pat reserved a nice Airbnb in Ponte de Lima which we will move to while the painting is going on.  We'll come back home to check progress now and then.  The Airbnb has a little kitchenette and looks very nice in the pictures.  "Secluded and quiet" says the ad.  It is just 10 minutes away from downtown Ponte de Lima and about 20 minutes from our place.

Saturday Apr 4 the Easter fireworks began, through most of the evening and until after midnight.  Then at 6:30 Easter Sunday morning they started up again and went through most of the day and far into the night.  And then on Monday, more fireworks, and shops were still closed.  Easter is one festive holiday in Portugal!  We have some friends who moved into a nice quiet area near a church.  Quiet until one of the dozens of Catholic holidays erupts, that is.  Bells, fireworks, music on loudspeakers, and crowds then rule the day.  They're actually staying with some other friends until Easter dies down.

We watched the spectacular fireworks display in Arcozelo (a neighboring village down the hill from us) from our balcony Easter night.  With the field glasses, and elbows resting on the balcony railing, it was really breathtaking.  The show went on for more than a half hour, with huge commercial-grade fireworks equal to anything we've seen over Lake Union.  A delightful spectacle, right here from our balcony.

On Monday Apr 6 we finished up getting the house ready for painting.  Everything was removed from the walls which we could, some small repairs and cleanups were done, and cobwebs were swept out of corners.  The following day we were booked for our Airbnb.  Late in the afternoon we heard from the painter that he would be here, on schedule, the following day.

On Tuesday Apr 7, right on schedule, our painter and his assistant arrived and got right to work.  We loaded our Airbnb belongings into the car and set off to drive around and explore until check-in time.  But an hour or so after we left we got a message from the painter that the lights had gone out.  Uh oh.  The same old solar backup load failure we thought was fixed?  The painters went to lunch and we returned home, broke into the garage (the only way to get in there when the power is out), and found three subsystem breakers had tripped in the house and in the garage.  It was currently thunderstorming, so was this power failure due to lightning?  The painters returned and we learned that the power had gone out when they were lowering a ceiling light fixture to paint around it.  They also found mouse droppings in the ceiling.  So, mice have apparently been chewing wires which shorted and blew three breakers when the fixture was moved.  Fix one problem and up crops another.  We got the power back up anyway, and showed the painters where the breakers are located in case this happens again.  And now we have to take care of the mouse/wiring mess.

In our wanderings we found this scenic Ponte Romana (Roman Bridge) and old mill over the Rio Estorãos a few minutes from home.  It looks in the Roman style, but we don't think it actually dates that far back.  It's lovely anyway, and there is a nice picnic area, park, and swimming nearby.

The Airbnb is nice, good modern appliances, clean, and just 10 minutes from Ponte de Lima, but "secluded and quiet" it is not.  It is right on a main road and surrounded by houses.  We must be spoiled by our truly secluded and quiet home.  There is a bit of a musty smell here too.  But all in all we're happy with it.

We checked in on the painters today, and they are doing a great job.  They have this professional rotary sanding wand with a built-in vacuum cleaner so there is hardly any dust, even though they are aggressively sanding the walls smooth.  Everything is tarped and masked beautifully, fixtures are removed in order to paint underneath, and we feel like we are in good hands.  The place will be gorgeous when they are done.

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Spring and Sardines

The fourth and last painter came to bid on Tuesday Mar 24.  We're glad we waited; this guy seems great.  He is very knowledgeable and professional, speaks English, and also installs Velux skylights.  This is handy, since one of ours is leaking and needs replacement.  He took one look at a skylight and saw they were not tilted to the proper angle, which he says is the most common reason for leakage.  So we're waiting eagerly for his quote.

Gerrit continues as pool slave.  He finished cleaning up after the filter sand replacement, cleaned the pool vinyl cover, and vacuumed the pool itself.  He refined his vacuuming and backwash techniques using the wealth of knowledge he has been accumulating.  Next he will be testing and adjusting the chemicals and salt once again.

And Pat continues to bond with our kitchen, cooking new recipes, fig and banana breads, healthy cookies, and granola.  She has also been working with our gardener and horticulturalist on irrigating and improving the garden.  They have planted melons, squash, and cucumbers in a sunny spot, which will be beautiful and delicious.

On Wednesday Mar 26 we went to our first PLUNO lunch (Ponte de Lima United Nations Organization, which has nothing whatsoever to do with the actual UN).  Pat had signed us up a week or two prior.  It's another expat group with members from all over the world (some of whom we already know), who get together monthly at a very nice restaurant atop the highest point in Ponte de Lima.  We had a great time, enjoyed great food, and made new friends.

There are some gorgeous huge eucalyptus trees on our property which are unfortunately shading some of the neighbor's property.  Our neighbor has mentioned this a couple times to our handyman as he worked nearby.  We asked the neighbor over for a visit on Saturday Mar 28 to chat and to discuss it.  We offered him some of our land to plant on, but the problem is shade on his existing olive trees, not new crops.  We couldn't see a good solution for now but parted friends.  Gemini AI came up with a few likely ideas for Gerrit, so he'll propose them to our neighbor.

In the afternoon of Saturday Mar 28 we made the one-hour trip to Matosinhos, near Porto, for a tour of the Nuri brand sardine factory.  Sardines, fresh or canned, are beloved in Portugal, and the company ships internationally too.  Sardine-crazy Austria makes up 65% of its exports!  The tour was a benefit for the care of street animals in the Porto area and raised over 400 € ($462) for the cause.  The tour was fun and cute and the tasting afterward was great, but we're not sure we'll do it again.  It was interesting to see how they do almost everything by hand, using the same methods as the founders did in 1920, but it being Saturday there weren't any line workers there and the floor was empty.  We got to do pretend can filling and wrapping though, also digging in a sandbox like children for buried symbols of the trade (a boat, a fish, two empty sardine cans), and watching movie shorts.  A glass of excellent vinho verde with bread and sardines after all that silliness was welcome.

The final product	Old style at the entryway
Factory floor, with marble work tables	Pat in her bunny suit on the pretend assembly line
Manic Gerrit in his sardine-proof bunny suit	The final station, for can labeling
Cool belt-driven machines from the 1920s	Making it all worthwhile

We've been having spectacular weather the last couple of weeks: clear, temperate, and sunny.  Our hot water and electricity have been almost entirely solar-generated, and fresh breezes blow through our sliders ajar.  The air has been smoke-free most of the time, giving us beautiful views of the Ponte de Lima valley.  Glorious!

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Trips, Sand Traps, and Happy New Year

On Saturday Mar 14 the first of the painters came by to take a look at our job.  The three of them went through the house with Gerrit, who did a passable job of communicating in Portuguese.  They had to resort to Google Translate a couple times for complex questions, but overall Gerrit was pretty pleased with himself and with the painters too.  Two more to go, and then we'll sort out the quotes.

Sunday Mar 15 was clear and sunny, so we took a little road trip around the country roads here in the afternoon.  Most of the country roads turned out to be rutted and rocky quagmires we had to creep along, and Google Maps got us very lost a few times, so it was the world's lamest road trip.  At least we got a few nice photos.

So the following day we tried again, with much more success.  We followed a different figure-eight route on some familiar favorite roads and discovered some new ones too.  It was a beautiful day and a long, beautiful drive.  The first photo here is above the town of Ponte de Lima, looking back at it.  You can see the Lima river and the Ponte de Lima medieval bridge on the right there.  One stop was at a viewpoint called Miradouro do Castelo de Santa Cruz, with a commanding view of the entire area.  There was a steep stairway leading up to the top and Pat didn't trust her knees coming down, so Gerrit climbed up there and took a photo to show her (and you).

Ponte de Lima on the right	Pat at the Miradouro
Steep stairs for Gerrit ...	but he made it (notice the white knuckles)
View from the top	Family photo on the way back

In the morning of Monday Mar 16 we had another visit to bid on painting the place.  This was from the most established company we have lined up.  One of the two painters spoke English very well, so Gerrit could relax a little.  The quote should be here shortly.

Gerrit finally finished up our Portuguese tax documents and sent them off to the CPA.  Now he has to turn to our US tax documents and get them in shape.  In addition to this soul-sucking time sink we will owe the CPAs about $2000 altogether, not to mention possible actual tax owing.  What a racket.  Many expats relinquish their US citizenship as soon as they are able to do it, partly to avoid all this extra expense and time.  The US is one of about three countries in the world who tax their citizens regardless of where they live (that is, whether they actually receive any benefits from their tax dollars or not). 

Gerrit bought seven bags of pool-grade sand for the big filter in the pool equipment room (shown at left), and he and our hired hand Andrew began draining the filter and sand on the afternoon of Friday Mar 20.  Getting the old sand out was a matter of sucking up a couple dozen wet/dry vacuum containers full of sand and water and dumping it in an unused part of the garden, very tedious and heavy work.  Gerrit was grateful for Andrew's sturdy help.  We had a nice lunch after the draining, which was a delicious new recipe of Pat's, and then fortunately filling the new sand after that (all 175 kg (386 lb) of it) went quickly and fairly easily.  

But it looked like trouble in sand land.  After Andrew left, once everything was put back together and Gerrit was testing, he noticed that a little tube seemed to be hanging further out than he remembered.  He panicked that it had come loose from its connection at the bottom of the filter tank and sand was leaking into the place it had connected to.  He shut the pool equipment down and hyperventilated a while. Two days later he drained almost all the water from the filter, plus some sand, to get down to the bottom... and it was fine.  Good grief.  Well, he tie-wrapped it, refilled the tank sand and water, and slept well that night knowing his tube was well secured.

On the afternoon of Sunday Mar 22 we went to a Persian New Year (Norouz) celebration at an Iranian friend's house, a celebration of the start of spring.  That seems like a good time to start a new year!  It was planned before the US and Israel started bombing Iran and both Americans and Israelis were there, so it could have been awkward but it wasn't.  No one there supported the war and it didn't come up.  The food was delicious, very exotic flavors, and we all had a great time talking and laughing.  A custom of Norouz is the Haft Seen or "seven S's", a display of seven symbolic items starting with the Persian equivalent of the letter S, representing growth and rebirth.  Here is a photo of Pat and our hostess Atena standing next to the Haft Seen on a table, above which is a picture by an Iranian artist, and then a few of the early guests.

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