Think You're Cut Out for Getting Lost in Portugal
Two soluble co-codamols taken against medical advice on an empty stomach didn't help to stop the constant and horrendous noise of happy water streaming under our idyllic apartment somewhere in Portugal.
Exhausted with spending the previous day reading a map which made the Mappa Mundi look like the latest cartography achievement of the 21st century, and with listening to a posh voice on the GPS that we constantly debated whether was Joanna Lumley's or not and which navigated us into deepest Portuguese countryside. We made endless failed attempts to talk to natives who didn't speak any English, French, German, Serbian or Russian, religiously showing them our useless map only to be directed the wrong way. We spent six hours driving up and down green hills stopping occasionally to take amazing photos of spring in its infancy, continuing east of a bridge which wasn't on the map, then south of the field with lots of cows, north of a lake but we didn't go west knowing full well we would end up back in Porto. The narrow roads were without any traffic signs except Romantico Ruto which we lost hours ago. We were on Horribilis Ruto and we didn't need any signs for it! The villages we passed were not on the map and the ones engraved on the map were not on our route. The GPS was stubbornly showing we were on road 225. Then we decided to take a different approach - forget about "getting to know the country" and get to the main road. Any main road which luckily was the one we wanted. The relief of not spending a night in the car was replaced by utter bewilderment at spending two nights without internet at the creatively converted water mill in the middle of nowhere.
Without speaking and secretly holding each other responsible for such a blunder we went straight to bed. Luckily, I had a book on standby which was hidden deep in the luggage between the dirty washing and a rudimentary first aid kit. I read all about the author and fell asleep. My usual 1am, 3am, 5am waking ups followed by quick glances at the news, checking of emails or number of likes on the last FB entry were replaced by frustration and loud cursing of the cottage's lack of internet. The hissing noise of my overheated computer sounded like lullaby compared to the constant water rumbling under my bed.
"Where is all this water rushing to at 5 am?"
"Stop! Go to sleep. You are addicted!"
"No I am not. I just want a peace and quiet"
"But this is peace and quiet!"
Yeah, right.
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