Provisioning in the Town of Sao Pedro da Afurada
13 July 2016 | Cascais Anchorage
Judy
and a medio Kilo of Bacon, please
-- Yesterday morning, before leaving Porto for Lisbon, Torben and I headed out to the local produce market.
We were told it was just beyond the public laundry. OK, I proceeded to look for a laundromat called "Public", when we came across a fairly modern cement type building. From it, we could hear women's voices and laughter. Curious, Torben took a peek inside, there were a half a dozen women, sleeves rolled up, scrubbing laundry against the stone that lined the huge singular cement tub. Taking their picture seemed an infringement of privacy, so we moved on.
Once at the produce market, I found the coveted fresh cherries that seem to be in an abundance down here. Torben discovered, in the way back of a large shed, a butcher. Up front he had four chickens, and five cow hearts. We wanted to support the local economy but cow hearts?
Fortunately, we spotted some bacon on a counter behind him! And we bought two of those hanging sausages you can see in the picture.
Now to the baker. We enter the front corner door, Torben leading the way, misses the uneven floor, trips, entering with a blast of energy that catches everyone by surprise! He nearly did a face plant in a tray of freshly baked bread. He remained standing, (this time), his flip flop took the casualty.
Pronto, he hands me the money and heads back to the boat claiming he had to take care of his flip flop!
Last stop, eggs. I go into a small Mercado, found the eggs and got in line behind two elderly Portuguese women. They were wearing small flower print dresses and had deep wrinkles that ran down the length of their faces. Their arms moving in conversation. The one points to an unwrapped loaf of bread and yells something. The women behind the counter, whips out a very long serrated knife, beats down the loaf of bread and proceeds to cut off a chunk right there on the wooded counter top. I was happy at this point to have gotten my bread at the bakery.
With Tivoli well stocked, we sailed with our usual configuration of a reefed main and poled out jib, the 165 miles to Lisbon. It took us a total of 21 hours. Did I mention the gale? Oh yea, once there was morning light you not only could feel and hear the breaking waves, you could see them! Max sustained wind topped out at 38 knots!
We are safely at anchor off a very protected beach. Tomorrow we'll move in to a harbor in down town Lisbon and do some exploring and shopping for some proper sandals for Torben!