O'Porto!

After two sunny days in Spain we have been greeted by a heavily fogged Portugal – Porto, Portugal to be exact.

I decided to give up my antics, having been hell-bent on keeping our every move a surprise for Stephanie. It had to be admitted that after months of research and planning, I had become just a tad weary of planning European details. As such I have disclosed my grand-plan to Steph and happily allowed her to seize control of the details.

We sit at Porto’s Aeroporto, awaiting the C1, or some such train, to whisk us into the heart of the old city. Our near-water’s-edge apartment will be a welcome site as the jetlag has still to abate, but we will resist sleep’s temptation and seek un café to jolt us through till at least 22:00.