Hofer does Portugal

It took a while for the sun to pierce the dense fog, floating over the surface of the river. The brightness of daylight filtered only sluggishly through the damp eucalyptus thickets on the hills overlooking the banks of the Douro to the east. Cormorants and herons had already taken position on buoys and the tall mooring poles protruding at haphazard angles from the water. To the west, the bridges of Don Luis and Ponte do Infante were soon clogged with heavy morning travel. The twin-cities of Porto and Gaia, on the other side of the town, were rolling up their shutters… Continue Reading