Furadouro, Praia do Torrão do Lameiro, Ovar - Monday 22nd of June - day 4 of our roadtrip 2020
After breakfast in the backyard patio of our cottage, we walked around the neighborhood and had a cup of coffee on a terrace in the village of Furadoura.
We met the most artistic resident (I think at least) who was painting his extravagant "garagem". Love this!
We prepared a picnic lunch for the beach and drove to the nearby Praia de Torrão do Lameiro.
Praia de Torrão do Lameiro is a long oceanic beach. The pinewood and a dune system full of vegetation, bring in the air the scent of an untouched nature to this beach.
On arrival at the beach it turned out to be so quiet (because Monday?) and moreover windy. We looked for a nice spot on the dry sand, and put on our beach windshield.
We combed the tidy looking beach a bit and took a closer look at the traditional wooden fishing boat, which was apparently still used for fishing.
After we had lunch, we went into the wild ocean waves and a decided to take a nap.
I woke up from the ominous sound of an approaching wave and shouted loudly; 'Henk!'
In a split second he jumped up and grabbed the bag and saved our camera and phones. All our stuff was washed away by the mega wave and ended up 10 meters beyond.
We laughed out loud and while looking at the chaos of towels, windshield, clothes, shoes, keep-the-beach-clean plastic collection, etcetera on the beach. We were overjoyed that our most important belongings were still dry and started collecting all the wet stuff.
For the second time, we cleaned up the plastic rubbish that we collected earlier on the beach (haha) and Henk also found his sand-colored sunglasses.
We moved over to the fishing boat on the beach and our things were drying in the sun.
Our neighbor 40 meters away, was less amused by the flood and walked grumpily to his car.
We stayed for another hour and once our clothes were dry (everything was covered in sand) we decided to return to our house for a shower.
In the evening I put on my dungarees and glitter heels and we had dinner at Ó Chico in Ovar, in the only restaurant that was open on Mondays. We had fish, like every day actually, a table full of fresh fish dishes, salads and drinks and coffee for less than 17 euros. The disproportionate tip was more than worth a lovely evening and friendly service and the waiter was so so thankful! He kept waving us goodbye and repeating 'obrigado' until we were out of sight...
We walked the Ovar azulejos route once more, also magnificent in evening light!
