Our day eight on the Camino Portugués was a walk by Roman ruins, a windmill, a medieval bridge, shrines, wonderful countryside, and a necessary, but short detour to Condeixa-a-Nova.
My left ankle swelling had gone down overnight, with all the pampering I had done to it! It did not feel all that bad on this morning. I was newly charged, on day eight, a glorious Easter Sunday and ready to go. Why was I still willing to walk despite my ankle?
"Le cœur a ses
raisons que la raison ne connaît pas." (The heart has its reasons, of which
reason knows nothing.) ~Blaise Pascal, mathematician, physicist and philosopher, "Pensées," 1670
In the route map, below, if you zoom into the start, you will see that walked a couple hundred meters before I remembered to turn on my GPS. I added a "point A, start" from the albergue in Alvorge and a "point B" to where I turned on the GPS. I could not place an exact walking route on the Google map, so what you see is an approximation only of the actual Camino route.
I also placed the albergues/hotels/cafés on the maps that we visited. For a complete list of accommodations, click here.
Interactive Google Map of Day Eight on the Camino Portugués
For a map with all my photos included, click here.
As you can see from the elevation profile below, aside from a few, short uphills, the day was essentially downhill! In the text below, you will see photos of the short climbs at the beginning and the end of this day.
Day eight on our Portuguese Camino dawned over Alvorge with spectacular abandon. Here is the view eastward from the albergue. I just love the windmills on the ridge in silhouette. It was a beautiful vision for this Easter Sunday!
We quickly ate our cold breakfast in the albergue (no kitchen to speak of) and set off by 7:00 a.m. The Camino is just below the albergue at the bottom of the hill, beyond the sign in the picture, below.
For some reason the friendly man in town, with the key to the albergue, told us to go the opposite direction, up the hill, beyond the church, cross the street and find this lovely path, below. Since we trusted him as a local, we took his suggestion.
The path down the hill is short and sweet and joins the road at the picnic grove, below. If you are passing through Alvorge and need a place to stop, this would be nice.
If you study my Google map, above, it is really six of one, half-a-dozen of the other, which way you choose to leave Alvorge. Both routes meet up at the same place. I suppose the path beyond the church avoids the pavement, which may be a small advantage, since it is such a short distance.
In less than a kilometer, we turned right onto this gravel road.
After crossing the N347-1, we again turned right unto this tractor lane, and began the first short climb of the day.
The countryside here was rather rocky and baren, with lots of scrub trees.
After several kilometers on this country lane, the Way turns left onto a road called the Caminho de Portela a Casas Novas for a few hundred meters, then right again here...
and onto yet another quiet tractor lane, below.
Almost immediately after the turn, we stumbled upon this ancient road. I have no idea who built this road and could find absolutely no information on it. It's a pure guess that it is Roman, since the ruins of Conimbriga lie ahead, and it seemed to make the most sense. If you have information on this, please contact me and let me know! My readers and I would appreciate it!
Walking onward past the ancient road, the country views are wonderful.
Rounding the bend and down a slight hill, a large ruin became visible. Again, I am guessing that it is Roman.
This ruined site is mostly a rubble pile, but we did poke around a bit, curious to see what was there.
This foundation wall definitely looked Roman to me and my amateur eye. I wish I had asked the locals about it, to verify my supposition, but alas, I did not.
After the ruins, continuing to walk on the ridge, the town of Ribera de Alcalamouque is visible ahead.
In the middle of this lonely countryside, a beautiful, azulejo tiled shrine appears. It felt quite appropriate on this Easter Sunday morning. We stopped briefly and paid homage to the One who sacrified all for us.
We turned left onto yet another country lane as we walked toward Ribera de Alcalamouque on day eight of our Camino Portugués.
The country lane ends at a T and the Camino goes right, on the N347-1 through town.
After only about one-half kilometer on the N347-1, we turn right on a cobblestone lane that leads to this wonderful windmill.
Yet another beautiful lane walks you right by the windmill, below.
We followed the arrows, meandering around the countryside, from one tractor lane to another.
Turning northward, away from Fartosa and onward toward Rabaçal, we encountered lots of country charm, like below.
Then the Camino directed us to turn left, onto the pavement, to walk into Rabaçal.
We arrived in Rabaçal to immediately stumble upon the Albergue O Bonito at the intersection with the N347-1, once again.
Just a few steps farther is the Café Bonito, attached to the albergue, where we stopped for our first break of the day, for what else? - café con leite!
The proprietress was extremely friendly and insisted in showing me the albergue. It was brand new and absolutely gorgeous! If your stages bring you to Rabaçal for the night, I could definitely recommend this place. It is so much nicer than the parochial albergue in Alvorge.
I do not remember the price/night, if she gave it to me. It is definitely a privado. Here is their Facebook page, click here, for their phone number and photos.
Across the street from the albergue, you see the church. Of course, I had to stop in to express my gratitude for everything! Inside, the altar to Fátima was one of my favorites along the entire Way.
Here is the signpost at the T intersection of the N347-1 where you turn right to go northward toward Zambujal, our next destination on day eight of the Camino Portugués.
Walking on the main street, the N347-1 through town, this closed historic church caught my eye. Too bad I was unable to see inside.
A few short two or three hundred meters later we again turn right, off the N347-1 and in the direction of Penela at this juncture.
When I studied the map, if I had known, we would not have had to have taken the longer Camino route into Rabaçal at all. You can see on my route map above that it would been much shorter to go straight north, cutting off the entire section to Rabaçal.
But we did enjoy our Nata and coffee and the tour of town! If you are not interested in touring or staying in Rabaçal or don't need refueling, I would recommend the shortcut.
We continued to walk briefly on the paved M563 to where the Camino turns north (left) again and back on the country lane below, abloom with spring flowers!
Soon, the town of Zambujal comes into view, below.
It is about a 3 km walk from Rabaçal to Zambuja. We saw no cafés along the Way in Zambujal, so we were glad we took the detour into Rabaçal.
The town, or perhaps the Coimbra district had errected the most lovely signposts, in the traditional Azulejo styling. The photo above shows them as you are greeted on the entrance to town. Below, are the closeups!
The street here, of course is the Street of St James!
On the north side of town, nice, large Caminho signs pave the way for you!
Another kilometer or so after Zambujal, the Camino crosses the N347-1 again, and shortcuts onto another paved road, below. This is the Rua Principal towards the next town of Fonte Coberta.
It was a long, solitary walk for the two of us today. We met no other pilgrims. I was feeling lonely, and a bit sorry for myself around this area, when a sudden flash of insight hit me. Maybe my purpose on this Camino was not to meet other pilgrims, but soley to walk with my husband!
We had such a whirlwind in our lives, the prior nine months. Rich's mother had a significant stroke, and we had to go to upstate New York, be with her for months, close her house, and transport her and a selection of her things to a facility close to us in Colorado.
Concluding a lifetime of 90 years in one town was not an easy task. We had essentially disconnected from our own lives to accomplish this. It took us 3 months!
On our Caminho, we were having time together, without external pressures for the first time in those nine months. It was good to get re-acquainted with one another! Certainly a reason of the heart!
I felt content with this purpose of my heart and was happy in the moment.
Between Zambujal and Fonte Coberta we encountered this turist attraction mural:
In another kilometer, for a total of about 2 km from Zambujal, we reached Fonte Coberta. The lovely sign welcomes the peregrino!
More engaging shrines in the town, along the Way on day eight of our Camino Portugués!
About half a kilometer after leaving Fonte Coberta, there is a very nice picnic area, below, and an information board for the historic Ponte Filibina bridge.
After the historic bridge at Ponte Filipina, there is a lovely 2 km walk on country paths to Poço, the next hamlet, as I show in the photos below. The paths follow along the dry Rio dos Mouros riverbed. 2017 was a dry year for Portugal, with many life-taking fires later in that summer.
2 km later, we arrived in the hamlet of Poço. Not pictured, but to the right of this photo, there is yet another nice picnic area by the river! So pack plenty of food, as we did, because as you can see these small towns have no services!
Here I am, in the photo below, at the turn in town.
The final small climb of the day, is next, outside of Poço.
Three kilometers later, the country roads bring you right out to the Roman ruin site of Conimbriga, and to this sign, below.
Unfortunately, the ruins were closed on this Easter Sunday. Here are just a few photos of what we could see from the public road. I was quite disappointed, but had no choice but to content myself with seeing the site from the road.
After touring the ruins, and having a picnic at the site, we walked into Condeixa a Nova. It is a full kilometer or a bit more off the Camino. You can see the route on my map above, if it is your plan to spend the night here.
The actual Camino continues northward after the parking lot in Conimbriga. See day nine.
The detour was worth it to me, as my ankle was once again, getting more swollen and painful as the day progressed. I could feel the tension from Rich, who was a bit annoyed at the detour's extra kilometers. He had pushed himself through blisters earlier, and I felt like he wanted me to push on as well. However, I persisted in my need to keep this day eight on our Portuguese Camino shorter and sweeter!
All the places to stay in Condeixa a Nova are in the center of town, and we stayed at the Resedencial Ruinas on the Rua Fransico de Lemos. The hotel was old and a bit shabby, but still clean, comfortable and full of charm.
We had arrived at the hotel early in the day, around 2 p.m. and had to wait in a café for almost two hours for someone at the hotel to answer the phone, when the door to the hotel was locked. Then, around 4:30 p.m., when someone finally did answer the phone, the proprietor didn't speak a lick of English!
He was German and he thought that the more German he spoke, that we would eventually understand! Which we did not! I had to finally ask in the café if anyone spoke English, to assist us. And, of course, in true Portuguese fashion, a young man came to our rescue!
After we cleaned up and went looking for a place to eat dinner, alas, all the restaurants on the square had closed for the day, since it was Easter! We found a pizza place next to the hotel, that I wouldn't recommend. It sufficed to fill our bellies, but was not the tastiest pizza I have ever had.
My ankle had held up another day. While you can see in the photo, that it was swollen, it wasn't all that bad. Ibuprofen, prescription-strength, had been a lifesaver. I kept my legs/feet up in the air for as long as I could that evening, and continued to massage my ankle toward the knee/heart to reduce the swelling.
I still had absolutely no idea what was causing the swelling. A slight sprain for which I had been unaware? Stress fractures from overuse seemed unlikely as I was able to reduce the swelling significantly the night before. It was an unsolved mystery.
During our walk on this day, we constantly asked ourselves, why were we doing this? Why were we walking? What was the purpose? We never did really answer the question, and most certainly not on day eight of the Camino Portugués. If our purpose was to walk together alone, indeed we were doing that and doint it well!
Despite all our questions, the reasons of the heart defy reasons, for sure. All I knew was that I was happy and at peace, merely moving along, I was here and I was walking with my best frined, my husband! And for the moment it was enough.
May your own day eight on the Camino Portugués be filled with your own heart's reasons. May you walk this lovely path in the moment, and in tune to hear your own messages from the heart!
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