Language, please! (Ep.3) (bg)

Trudging through walking day 8, nearing Porto - our (can it be?) halfway point - Michelle and I pass a gentlemen getting out of his car, and exchange the traditional “Bom Dia” (Good Morning), only to be followed with an unexpected offer of water for our bottles. Even though we had plenty we gladly accepted. We’ve quickly adopted the good visitor practice of never refusing heartfelt hospitality. As he went inside to get the water we quickly emptied our bottles down a conveniently located grate in the street. When he reappeared it was with his family and introductions all around. Ricardo Duarte (“in the US that’s Risherd!” he proudly announced), his wife Suzanne, his father Antonio and grandson Antonio. We exchanged a bit more broken English and even more broken Portuguese (but I’m trying!) and explained we were hiking the Camino to Santiago. They did it once out of Porto and was very tiring. Moments later we were back on the trail our bottles and hearts full. Chão and Obrigado Duartes. Buen Camino.