Braga

Braga is one of the nicer, richer cities in Portugal which is why it was a shame to show up so late. This didn’t stop us from exploring it somewhat. We’ve noticed that they are already putting up decorations for Christmas, something Julie and I keep forgetting is around the corner. We might have stayed the night there if it wasn’t for a few things. First, there was a guy walking around the town center parking area, and when he wasn’t wandering around or standing amongst the cars he was ushering them into a place or out. It seemed that no one really new why. This creeped the hell out of Julie, so after some exploring, we drove again to the sport stadium parking lot. It was around 10pm when we arrived and until 12 pm we stayed, but we played host to groups of kids hanging out in their cars. They were quite loud, so Julie couldn’t sleep and once they turned their music on, it was enough for both of us to come to the conclusion of driving to Porto that night. It was only 60 km away, and we did manage to find parking that was much quieter although rather shady.