While we were sitting on the moss-encrusted banks of the Douro River, a man descended the wide wooden steps next to us, small dog tucked under his arm. He then proceeded to throw – no, hurl – the dog into the water. The four of us were aghast for only as much time as it took the dog to gather its wits, swim ashore, and bound up the steps. It seemed a matter of routine for this little guy.
Category: Destinations
Of boats and barrels
Porto is renowned for its port wine. Above, barrels of wine age on anchored boats in the Douro River.
Porto from the Dom Luís Bridge
Porto People
By the banks of the Douro.
8.20.2011. Porto, Portugal. Vibrant buildings along the Duoro River.
By the banks of the Douro.
8.20.2011. Porto, Portugal. One long walk and lazy lunch later, we were on the banks of the River Duoro. The river cuts through the middle of the city and empties into the Atlantic Ocean. Sidewalks lined with colorful cafes skirted the river, and the Dom Luís Bridge connected the two sides.
Through the streets of Porto
8.20.2011. Porto, Portugal. Not a postcard. Real life.
Food by the river
8.20.2011. Porto, Portugal. Fresh-squeezed orange juice, complete with bobbing seeds.
Food by the river
8.20.2012. Porto, Portugal. Salad with tuna, oranges, apples, shredded carrots, onions, tomatoes, olives, and green peppers. My first meal in Portugal set the bar quite high. I topped the meal off with the best fresh-squeezed orange juice I have ever had. Portugal is all about the produce.
Through the streets of Porto
Molly On the Move 
