breakfast calls.

Like that morning back in 2021(when I left 'Se' in Lisboa to go to the mouth of the Targa) I am following the mouth of the Douro out of Porto along the Camino Portugués de la Costa, but I've downed tools for Ovos Benedict and a cup of white tea from the Azores. Where am I going today? I simply don't know. Yes I've seen two other pilgrims on this way, but one was catching a bus and the other just said I am going that way; let it be? Walking on the cobbles is a little difficult. I forgot about cobbles. You've got to watch your step?