Filed under Portugal, Travel
A Portuguese waiter helps Dave locate the nearest bus stop on Google Maps
Visiting the Maritime Museum in Lisbon to learn more about Henry the Navigator was high on the priority list for my husband. Dave is definitely the navigator in our family. I am incredibly geographically challenged and so it is Dave who navigates as we explore new cities, hike new trails, go on bicycle trips along new routes and travel to new destinations. Although in the past he was prone to think electronic navigation supports were just made for people who were ‘geographically stupid’, I have noticed on this trip he is using the Google Maps app on his phone quite a bit more. He is realizing there might be new ways of navigating.
Dave the Navigator with Henry the Navigator
And that’s exactly what happened with Henry the Navigator (1934-1460), the Portuguese prince who supported new methods of navigation and map making that launched the Age of Discovery. This led to Europeans discovering the world was a much bigger place than they had ever imagined.
Henry surrounded by the cartographers, astronomers and explorers he employed
At the Maritime Museum we learned how Henry was geographically curious and employed the best cartographers, astronomers and sea pilots of his time.
Dave checks out a map showing the voyages of discovery made by Portuguese explorers
Henry financially sponsored many voyages.
Dave hanging out with Vasco Da Gama
Henry laid the groundwork for the future successes of famous Portuguese explorers like Vasco da Gama who discovered a sea route to India and Ferdinand Magellan who organized the expedition that led to the first circumnavigation of the globe.
We spent a couple of hours at the Maritime Museum in Lisbon as both Dave the Navigator and I learned about Henry the Navigator and how his interest in exploration and geography ended up changing the world.
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Filed under Portugal, Travel
I’ve started packing for our trip to Portugal. Whenever I am preparing for a journey words of advice from my mother come to mind. During my childhood when Mom was teaching me how to do my own packing for family vacations or school trips she explained the ‘packing from the feet up’ technique. Mom said I should start at my feet and think of everything I would need for them on my trip- shoes, sandals, runners, socks and perhaps a toenail clipper. She told me to move up my body section by section like that all the way to my head. Did I have shampoo, conditioner, my brush, my pink foam curlers,bobby pins,hats, combs, bandannas and hair clips?
I still pack using that ‘start from the feet up’ technique and it works! Thanks Mom!
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Am I a Peripatetic?
Globe Trotting Vicariously
We will be leaving on an extended trip to Portugal in a couple of weeks. I’m looking forward to that. We have spent several months out of Canada ever since moving back here from Hong Kong in 2011.
In 2012 we went to Hawaii.
In 2013 we were in Arizona.
In 2014 we spent time in Florida
and worked at a school in Jamaica
In 2015 were were back in Arizona. In 2016 we were in Costa Rica
And in 2017 we were back in Arizona again.
Looking forward to our 2018 winter adventure in Portugal and sharing it with you in my blog.
Dave Plays Ball in Arizona
Terrified Times Three
I was reading a book and came across the word peripatetic. I hadn’t heard it before so I looked it up. It can mean “someone who travels from place to place, especially for work.”
On a glacier in Iceland
My husband and I do travel from place to place. Just in the last month I have been to Switzerland, Austria, Germany, Iceland and Saskatoon.
My grade one class in Arizona
I have also traveled for work in the past as the definition suggests. We taught on the Hopi Indian Reservation in Arizona for a year and in Hong Kong for six years.
Going for a walk in southern Ontario.
A second meaning of a peripatetic is someone who “travels on foot from place to place.” That could be me because I rarely have access to a car so I walk almost everywhere I go. I love to walk and even when I’m traveling I like to fit a walk into my day.
Speaking at school graduation ceremony in Hong Kong
A third meaning of a peripatetic is someone who is a follower of Aristotle. They get this name because the great philospher liked to walk around while he lectured. I know some pastors who walk around the front of the church when they preach. That’s not me. When I am giving a talk or presentation I stand firmly behind my lecturn looking at my notes.
Am I a peripatetic? I do fit two of the word’s three different definitions. So maybe I am.
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I drank a beer in Austria. That may not seem like a big deal but I don’t like the taste of beer and I NEVER DRINK BEER. It all started when we got a little bit off the prescribed biking route today. We were seeing some amazing Austrian scenery on our detour but we wondered if maybe we had added an extra twenty or more kilometers to our day. Then we saw this couple having a beer on an outdoor patio beside the bike path. We asked them if we were on the right road to Rorschach where our hotel for the night was located. “We live in Rorschach,” the man said. “And this path will take you right there. It is the best path. The most scenic one.” He also told us we had only gone about 5 kilometers out of our way. We were so happy to hear this we decided to celebrate by having a beer too. I never drink beer but Dave said he would order me a Raedler which is a grapefruity kind of beer and to make him happy I should try to drink it. I did and thought it was surprisingly good.
The sun came out in the early afternoon but it had rained all morning and in my mind I was thanking the young saleswoman at Source for Sports who had encouraged me to spend a little more to get a waterproof jacket rather than just a water resistant one. It kept me completely dry. We passed a gurgling brook and it made me think of my friend Gabe who always reminds me to add sensory details to my writing when I share pieces of mine with our writing group. I decided that I would try to keep track of all the sounds I heard during the day. Here are the ones I remember. I heard church bells ringing, cows bellowing, birds tweeting, warbling, chirping and cawing, dogs barking, corn stalks rustling, raindrops pinging on my bike helmet, my bike tires rumpity bumping over the cobblestones, waves washing up on the shore of the lake, people saying Guten Morgen or Guten Tag, the wind rushing in my ears as my bike swooped down a hill, trains whizzing by, cars honking, a lady briskly shaking a rug out her window, my bike bell binging to warn pedestrians I was coming, goats bleating and a small tractor chugging through an apple orchard. We passed these school children building rafts in the rain. They were going to take them sailing on Lake Constance. The Alps were in view for a time on our journey. Since we were in Austria Dave thought my sister should sing a couple songs from The Sound of Music because she had the starring role of Maria in that musical when she was in high school. This very tall corn reminded me of a song from Oklahoma, the musical in which I had the lead role in high school. The song was O What A Beautiful Morning and the line was ‘the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye.’
We biked 56 kilometers again yesterday and spent the night at the quaint Mozart Hotel in Switzerland, crossing the border from Austria near the end of our biking day.
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