|Castelos de Mouros, The Moorish Castle.|
|Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I actually walked these steps. I cried with every rickety step, praying to Jesus that He wasn’t ready to call me home.|
But wait. What did I spy from the Castle but a colorful vision across the valley:
It looked pretty colorfully spectacular from where I was standing so I decided to take the bus onto the next location, Pena National Palace.
One other thing that I noticed while walking around Sintra was the amazing detailed tile work that was done. I can’t fathom making each one of these things over and over, even WITH a form. I felt compelled to take it in and photograph it, especially since someone went through the trouble of creating it!
After we left the Palace, we started meandering through Sintra to find the train station. [that’s Jen-ese for I got lost]. It didn’t matter how long it took since every path was so charming, if a little wet. [sorry to harp on this subject but I’m from LA…I don’t know what those fat drops of water falling on me really are]
My favorite stop during my “meandering time” had to be the bakery. Although I never took any photos of my favorite cookies, Broas de Mel, I still have the memory of it to tide me over until my next [non-rainy] visit.