Time: 3 days |

Distance: 57km |

This is our first journal entry from walking the Rota Vicentina, a 250km walk to the end of Portugal.

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The beginning of our Rota Vicentina was a bus from Lisbon. From a smooth empty road we watched the capital slip away, replaced by dark green fields and the white and blue cottages of the Alentejo; heading to places we’d never been before, never even seen in photos before.

Our destination, Santiago do Cacém, we suppose is a normal Portuguese town. Working rural but pretty, the streets lined with orange trees and the hills dotted with windmils. We stayed at the type of hotel you might’ve booked for a business meeting in 1991, but to us everything was golden-hued, new, exciting. Our starting point to walk was at the top of Santiago’s hill, in the old town. We dropped our bags and wandered up to explore.

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

We found a map of the Rota Vicentina up the hill, a little red flag marking where we were. As Luke really can’t help himself with maps we stared at it for ages, tracing it down to the end. From there on the hill beyond the old walls, we could see the sea. That moment is one of the reasons we do this: the map of the route ahead, the far-off Atlantic and the tingle of new adventure excitement – that’s enough for us.

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

For some reason the next day we set off supremely late, not used to walking probably. But we found the world quiet, like everyone was still sleeping. We were walking the Historical Way, the first part of the Rota Vicentina, and we followed it up bits of hill into wild nothingness, full of cork forests and eucalyptus. We’d never seen a ‘cork oak’ tree before, and it’s kinda cool.

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

There was nobody anywhere; not even on the farms we walked through, squat white buildings seeming hundreds of years old. Sheep grazed, and their guard dogs eyed us warily (but nowhere near as warily as we eyed them). The only sound was the crunch-crunch of our feet on eucalyptus leaves.

We stayed at a couple of different places, one of them a rural Turismo with its own stone windmill. Two women were there with us, an American and Canadian from Mexico, in Portugal to see the famous horses. ‘We’ve got horse ranches back home,’ they explained over Portuguese breakfast of tosta, queijo (cheese) and black coffee. ‘But now we’re thinking of selling, moving out here. It’s the life isn’t it?’

All four of us were a bit in love with the place I think. The slow pace of living, the quiet of it all – like the slow movement of the windmill wings.

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

When Luke and I find ourselves walking in quiet like this, we end up either getting into long spiralling conversations or just wrap up in our own minds. I probably shouldn’t say this as we’re supposed to be showing you the Rota Vicentina but sometimes we just blank out the route, hypnotised by the left-right-left-right of our legs. Though we think that’s the beauty of walking too, just dreaming along the way.

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

After the serenity of the forests and the farms, we came to some of our favourite places on the Historical Way: the blue painted villages. Maybe because we hit them late in the day but they seemed to us always sleepy, only ever the odd person sitting around. We liked Cercal the best, just for its soft, gentle atmosphere.

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

It was three days before we ended up at the coast. That’s three days of getting used to our bags, of getting used to eating on the road (ugh), of getting used to the tranquillity of the Portuguese countryside. Yeah, after Lisbon and London life tranquillity does take a bit of getting used to.

And then we met the Atlantic Ocean.

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

Rota Vicentina, Alentejo, Walking in Portugal

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