Skipping Town

A day of adventuring in a minibus! But really, thank goodness for Andrew, the only one of us with any degree of willingness to a) drive a stick shift, b) drive a minibus, c) drive a stick-shift minibus around a million Portuguese roundabouts.  Our first destination of the day: Sagres, the end of the earth, the westernmost point of Europe. It was suitably dramatic, with the ocean crashing below against rocky cliffs, and of course no barriers or railings to keep us from falling over the edge as we tramped over extremely rocky ground.  We stopped for a few souvenirs at a ceramics place, then headed into the town of Sagres for lunch. We sat outside a little restaurant called Cafe Conchinha. I had a dish of clams, my fave. Mom had sole, Greta had cod (both of those fishes were bone-in fish), Dad and Andrew had piri piri chicken, and Lucia had lasagna.  Then we walked down to the nearest beach, Praia da Mareta, which was of course beautiful. The kids ran at the edge of the wate...