trogir to porto


And just like that, seemingly as soon as we had met up with Max’s parents, it was time to say goodbye and head out from Trogir. We drove together to the Split airport at the crack of dawn to part ways with Di and Thad and embark on the final leg of our trip; Portugal. After an uneventful two flights (stopping over in Geneva), we landed in Porto and picked up another trusty, petite manual European rental car and drove from the airport to the center of town. Passing facade after facade of celebrated Portuguese tile work, we finally pulled up to our accommodation in the rather fetching neighborhood of Baixa/Sé. After settling in, our first official order of business in Portugal was to find some local dinner fare. At this point in the trip, we had become seasoned experts at uncovering the best possible price for quality ratio in our vicinity. We exercised our honed, food-seeking senses and landed on Murça No Porto, pictured above. For 5 and a half Euros, each diner received bread, soup, entree, desert, coffee or tea and a half liter of wine. Looking back, this meal was an ideal preview of the quality of experience we could look forward to in Portugal.