Situated across the Tagus River is a little village called Costa de Caparica. It is a territory with receding oceans, and represents the largest continuous beach in Portugal, but if you don't look close enough you might just miss this hidden gem.
One early Saturday morning I hopped on a ferry with friends destined for a bike ride on a sunny day through a fishing village. We were greeted by a local, Joana, who was waiting for us at the port of Trafaria. We rode through dirt roads, alleyways connecting homes, and dodged countless stray animals while going through hidden passageways about 10km south. We made various stops catching a few minutes of a local soccer team practicing, saw some unique street art, and passed by some rough areas that didn't have access to water. We ended at a colorful, and beautifully painted street called Avenue 25 de Abril. As we walked our bikes down the street neighbors were coming out of their homes, and sticking their heads out of the window to say hello. Every person in the neighborhood knew Joana. Her warm energy was an invitation for all.
At the very end of the block stood Margarida, and Cristina, two sisters who had an ear-to-ear smile when we arrived. The table was set in their living room, and the aroma of fresh home cooked food was in the air. This is when I realized this is where we were going to be having lunch. At first the conversation was limited as language barriers prevented us from getting into details. But it's amazing what being open and sharing a meal together can do to build connection. We spent several hours in their home meeting every family member including the matriarch, and patriarch of the family, Isidoro, and Ercilia, who are 2nd generation fisherman. By the end of the day there must have been over 20 people packed into this living room sharing photos, stories, memories, and finding common connections & interests. I felt so incredibly welcomed in their home, and was offered an invitation back for a future gathering. Deep down I knew that they genuinely meant it. Unfortunately we had to catch our ferry back to Lisbon before sun down so our day had come to an end. Each family member sent us off with a big hug, and wished us the best in the rest of our travels.
The sunset bike ride back to the ferry was a memorable moment. My heart felt incredibly full, and it was in that flash that I knew I was exactly where I needed to be. The people of Portugal made this experience extra special. Everyone is very warm, and friendly. They are relaxed, and their way of life shows this. They work hard to enjoy life, and have shown me that I can too.