Moving gently along in our attempts to reach Coimbra. Some sourthern oriented jet stream blew us in a little over two hours to Porto. We saw the Montanas Pyreneen: they were frozen, not snowed.
The Metro took us from the Aerogade to Porto Campanha train station. The people in the Metro were quiet. And, on average, shorter than we are.
Now the search for tickets is our top priority. Next, I suppose, is finding the train to Coimbra.
Prodding right along.