Picture this: you arrive into the beautiful city of Porto, Portugal, a world heritage city along the meandering Douro River. It doesn't matter that you flew SFO to Philadelphia, Philly to Lisbon, Lisbon to Porto, that it took 17 hours of travel time, and that you have strung together 22 consecutive hours, perhaps with 35-40 minutes of light airplane sleep. You're groggy and you want to sleep, but that's not an option. Sleep is the cousin of death. Or at least, it will fuck up your schedule. Time to get on the local time.
There is only one one thing to do: drop your bags at the hotel, go for a stroll, and sit down to lunch.
Did you know that Spain's famed jamon iberico is often made from pigs on the Portuguese side of the border?This Portuguese jamon is every bit as good as it looks.
Wait is that an Outback Steak House style bloomin' onion? Yes, it is, with black garlic mayo!
And of course you are in Portugal so fried bacalao is a must.
Time to walk off that lunch. Good call, as there is a lot to see:
And finally, the funky, Les Claypool meets doom/stoner bass and drums combo on the street. A bit unusual, noodlin', and incongruous. In short, a classic Iberian live music experience! The video file was too massive, the music too mind blowingly wacky to properly download. You'll have to settle for a simple photo.
This all took place in the first two hours of the trip.