We’ve been in our memory for days! And to remember the visit to the city of Guimarães, here is the testimony of Pedro Gaspar, user of the Day Center.
With these words I will write… on this route… a brush board!
Visually…. only seen to our witty senses…. of the soul that we have to give and remain.
We’ve had tours and lots of walks… but like this one, there was no… suddenly appeared in a heavenly beyond a cerebral flaxclique letterhead… what would it be?
This way… to the warrior city of Guimarães… was candlestick and leafy, in the conviviality we had… in contact with all quadrants… socially varied.
In the morning we had a lecture of warning s.O.S. alert… was very pedagogue and informative… Already hurried from penetrating sguios to 35º…” almost to the trambulhões”, we walked along the sidewalk, “eyes gazed and bulging, with the tongue out … eating with his eyes, in various directions to the (zig…. zag)“, all right… to the food, while… I looked like a crazy misplaced sweep.
We see a restaurant, with a very welcoming look… Already hungry… in a “drunken” mess, going in slowly, looking where… It wasn’t anybody… We sat at the table, with a peripheral gravitational sense…. So we were eating… eating “javardamente”, but all with great joy, laughter and laughter … in a spectacular conviviality… At the coming we visited “tabalhoamente” the “dark” house of the Dukes of Bragança … we appreciate folkloric in the provincial way… in our inexperience, we dance very well… We looked like puppets!
… Just seen!… After this tribial staging we were infinitively traveling compartments and more compartmental… Phew!… But all with medieval meaning… That was cool!… Leaving quietly from this rock convent, without any hurry, but with nostalgia percose.
Bad weather, but it’s okay… even the rain would laugh with us… then turns the record and plays the same, all well disposed and cheerful as always…. towards our beloved “CRADLE CITY OF BRAGA” …
BENGA! BENGA!… “TO ALL OF YOU, WHO CREATED THIS WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL DAY”