There’s a minute bifana on the menu but we’ve walked a long way – I’m more hungry than that.
I order what I translate to be beef and rice. The Portuguese, after all, don’t eat lunch the same way we do in England.
I relax in the sun, talking with the skipper about the day and squinting at the turns gliding on the sea breeze. Take a sip of my beer. [Read more…] about Why You Need a Good Poker Face When Eating in Portugal