When you meet a fellow pilgrim along the Camino, you greet each other with a friendly “Buen Camino”, which literally means a “good road”. But Buen Camino means much more than that, and in that brief, symbolic encounter, there is also an exchange of hope, dreams, and possibilities.
I walked through Porto’s lovely City Park (highly recommended if you’re in town and up for a nice stroll) and felt it was such an emblematic way to leave city life behind and head out to nature.
I decided to take the alternative, coastal route out of the city, and looked forward to walking. I could see the ocean from the distance and, when I arrived in Matasinhos, I joined a pleasant wooden boardwalk with nothing but sand and blue in the horizon.
I saw no other pilgrims, but could already sense the Camino in every step of the way. I stopped for lunch, appreciating the view and feeling sheer gratitude and contentment.
I continued until reaching Vila Chã, a charming little fishermen village, and decided to stay for the night. There was no designated pilgrim hostel, and I booked a room at the only pension in town, with a private balcony and incredible views of the ocean.