Along the Ways of Portugal
By Nélson Mateus and Alice Vieira
Dear grandmother how are you?
How has your stay in Ericeira been?
Tens seen as news? Things around the airports have been chaotic.
Lots of people who came on vacation in Portugal, who are now arriving at the airport to make their return trips. Some because flights are canceled (due to lack of staff), others because it’s time to test for Covid-19… it’s been quite complicated.
Speaking of airports, I miss traveling!
As you know, we have been highly requested to hold meetings in mainland Portugal and the islands. In these gatherings through ours, we take students to a book talking about the memory of the oldest, oldest, active and many more participants.
In addition to carrying out this mission, these trips will also serve to get to know our country better, our traditions and the differences between the regions.
Now remind me of Mário Gil’s song “Along the paths of Portugal”.
In this, like a generation, Mário Gil takes listeners on a trip to Portugal, where they refer several times to “Along the paths of Portugal, I saw so many beautiful things, I saw a world without times.”
Go by reference to the Greater Lisbon region and then take us to cities from all over mainland Portugal and islands, as it could not be.
Indeed, despite being so small, it is a country with a lot to discover and with abysmal differences between regions.
A few small things they intend to do this year with the Tertulias. Going to less places! Not that we don’t have, and will, but we haven’t just kept all the sites that are one year old.
I’m here thinking that it will be interesting to share these trips in our “Diary”. In this way, we share places of interest, traditions and much more.
What do you think?
Are you coming to Lisbon before the elections?
kisses
dear grandson,
Well, there are many who travel, there are those who stay at home, as my grandmother used to say, everyone is like everyone else.
Before the pandemic I didn’t stop at home. Now, the farthest I’ve been to Torres Novas, where my son lives. And just once. Ericeira-Lisbon and that’s enough.
As a child I also traveled a lot: the uncle who raised me loved to visit different countries – and always by car, because he was terribly afraid of planes. Of course, sometimes travel was a little too fast. Remind me of having arrived in Turin, of him asking – as he always did – where the center of the city was, getting there, getting out of the car, looking around and saying “it’s seen”. And then we went straight to another city, which couldn’t be wasted.
But one of the trips I liked the most was to Mondariz, in Galicia. My uncle had a great friend, Galician, who lived there and, from time to time, we went there. We stayed in a hotel, where we dug D.Clara on piano at. That was a complete out of tune but we all clapped our hands together.
It was since then that I always wanted to do the Camino de Santiago (and we will, you’ll see!). There were female walkers arriving at our hotel, and it was only at a whim, I listened to them fascinated. They told everything they had seen. And what was yet to be seen. Remind me to think “I will go with them!”
But then my friend Lalo would play, play with an older man who, to my great envy, always lived there. Lalo was also raised by an uncle-a Galician gentleman who was a very good friend of mine.
The other years passed, our lives took rumors, Mondaamriz is just a map.
Only Lalo remains my friend.
He started working on television. In short and in conclusion: it’s our friend Eládio Clímaco, whom you know. And that, for me, is and will always be Lalo.
Despite going on business, make the most of travel. Along the paths of Portugal you will find unique things!
It is fine. kisses