Braga bound and missing home

New day, new campsite. We set off at 10 to hunt down gas canisters for the portable stove (far too hot to cook inside). Took three stops, but thankfully the last one had some. Stocked the fridge and headed to Braga, north of Porto—a lovely little campsite on the edge of town. We’ll be here two nights before heading back through Spain into France.

Spent the evening on FaceTime with the middle one—I think she’s missing us too. She rarely calls when we’re home, but loves a good work gossip, and wanted to update us on the family tree. I was cooking and listening, which is usually something I do with the youngest… so now I’m missing her too. And I was already missing the eldest and G. Four weeks in, one more to go—trying to soak it in, not wish it away.

Off to see Good Jesus (Bom Jesus) tomorrow—apparently a cracking viewpoint. I’ll keep you posted!