Day 2, we walked from Arco to Barcelos. There was, as a fellow caminhante said, mucho calor. (I have no idea if that is correct Portuguese, but the meaning was clear and accurate.) Today I have some found poems for you ((or stolen, if you like), some translated to the best of my ability.
If the world is a book
then those who do not travel
read only one page.
(Neatly written in French on a waypost.)
(In English on a gum tree – which were myriad)
Japanese Mini Tractors for Sale
(In Portuguese on the fence of a yard containing half a dozen very small tractors)
A road sign:
a plump cow in silhouette
inside a red warning triangle.
(We saw no cows.
They had been warned off.)
Rua de São Salvador
Rua Senhora de Imaculada Conceinçao
Rua da Cruz de São João.
Here you are what you are
in relationship to Catholicism
Another road sign:
Find out what’s the least you can do
(What I think the Portuguese says on a little tile in Barcelos, attributed to Ferdinand Pessoa)
And tonight everything is sore.