A number of years ago, I read of an acclaimed restaurant located a couple of hours from where I was visiting. I saw it as an opportunity to eat some delicious food, discover the countryside of Portugal and go by rail, my favorite means of travel.

The passage was pleasant. I arrived and found the restaurant, meters from the train station, perched on a hill with a verdant valley below. It was the only place in “town” to eat.  I could see a few homes a little ways off and not much else.

The staff was gracious and the view was splendid. I enjoyed my lunch, although I can not recall what it was. Afterwards I attempted a stroll, but the very steep terrain made it difficult to explore. After another hour of admiring the vista, I thought, “Ok, that was pleasant, time to head back.”

The schedule, something I had not bothered to look at beforehand,  indicated that the return train would arrive in six hours!

Six more hours here?!

I noticed a small cafe on the other side of the tracks,but it was closed. The area was as quiet as one might suspect during siesta hours. Fortunately it had a few outdoor tables on a shaded terrace.

I always travel with at least two books; one to read and one to write in. I had brought both. I settled in for a long wait…. But was soon distracted. Birds alighted beside me on grapevines heavy with fruit. Butterflies were too shy to linger but entertained me with their erratic flight. The proprietário, after an hour or so, opened the doors exposing the intimate interior of the cafe. We exchanged greetings, I ordered a drink and fumbled with a mixture of romance languages to engage in some pleasantries. It was not long before he was chatting with the regulars. Most went directly inside to escape the sun.

I relaxed, reflected, observed, read, walked a distance beside the tracks then read, relaxed, reflected, observed. The terrace light evolved from an oppressive glare to a softer glow. One or two trains rumbled by.  Time was passing much more quickly than I could have imagined. Subtle activities wove a unique fabric of interest as the day progressed.

This afternoon comes back to me often; a chance to appreciate time, travel anew.

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