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The Blue Arrows

Then we headed north, aiming for the Roman city of Evora. We drove through the mountains. Good roads they were, with lovely autumn colors to the leaves, and great views, every so often, of the peaks. This is, I guess, what Spain is like at the western border. Remote. Mountainous. Beautiful. Everyone seemed to live well, if in isolation. I began to see Portugal as Utopia.

Beja was a red herring, an attractive one of which I got several nice photos, I hope. After that we came to Evora. By now I thought I knew how the Alentejo looked: white towns on low hills, with a steeple on the highest point or a fort. By now we had a strategy for not getting lost. First, follow the blue arrows. Did I forget to mention the blue arrows? They mark the most direct route into and then out of each town.

PirateSounds simple. In fact, they seem to preternaturally anticipate where you want to go, and occasionally mark it. Just when you're hopelessly lost: there's a blue arrow!!! follow it!!! However the blue arrows and the street signs are always only visible at the last possible minute. Craig kept griping, couldn't I look ahead a little? I said no and griped back, don't you have a turn signal you could use?

Meanwhile, the pictures got stranger. Above, Craig studies a guide book as Pirate peeks out of a photo used as a bookmark.

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Sintra and Setubal
South to Portimao
Praia de Rocha
Getting Back
Faro and Albufiera
The Blue Arrows
The Walled City
The Temple of Diana
Lost in Evora
Wet in Lisbon
Back in Lisbon
To Madeira and Home