Ola fellow travelers! Your favorite gnome, Oliver, has been pounding the pavement once again, this time on a 51.2km journey from Ponte de Sor to the charming town of Castelo de Vide, Portugal.

As I made my way through the rolling landscape, I was struck by the sheer beauty of the vast cork oak forests, known as montados in the local lingo. Each tree was like a silent, steadfast soldier, protecting the land and providing shelter for countless creatures. I thought to myself, “Há mais no bosque do que árvores” – there’s more to a forest than trees.

The townsfolk of Castelo de Vide were as warm as a fresh pastel de nata. I was welcomed with open arms, and even got to participate in a local tradition – the crafting of cortiça or cork products. From trivets to hats, it was incredible to see how versatile this natural resource could be.

It’s been 10 days since I strapped on my boots and took to the road. I’ve seen the sun rise over Fazendas de Almeirim, watched it set in Ponte de Sor, and now I’m here in Castelo de Vide. I’ve traveled 204.6 kilometers so far, and there’s still so much more to see.

As I continue my journey, I’m reminded of a local song, “Eu vou a todas” which translates to “I go to all.” It’s a testament to the Portuguese spirit of exploration and discovery – a spirit that I’ve become quite fond of.

To my fellow wanderers, remember “A vida é uma viagem, não um destino” – Life is a journey, not a destination. So, grab your walking stick and join me as I traverse this beautiful land!

Ate breve! (See you soon!)

Oh, what a joy it was to visit the charming city of Castelo de Vide! This city is like a living museum, rich in history and culture. One of the highlights of my visit was the well-preserved medieval castle. It’s a testament to the city’s past, perched high on a hill with a panoramic view of the area. As they say in Portugal, “Quem não vê Castelo de Vide, não vê coisa linda” (Whoever does not see Castelo de Vide, does not see something beautiful).

I also marveled at the Jewish Quarter. This area is a cultural gem, untouched by time. Long ago, it was a refuge for those fleeing the Spanish Inquisition, and it’s one of the best-preserved Jewish quarters in Portugal. It reminded me of the works of the great Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa, who wrote, “O valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem” (The value of things is not in the time they last, but in the intensity with which they happen). His words perfectly encapsulate my experience in this vibrant city.