We stopped in a small town on the coast of Portugal on the way back to Lisbon. Nazare is a wonderful little place where you are calmed by the crashing waves rolling in on the shore. The water became a beam of light in the reflection of the full moon. We walked along the boardwalk taking in the salty air. Every once in a while we would catch a old woman in the traditional dress which included seven layers of skirts which all came to their knees and a head scarf. The seafood was amazing here. It was apparent that the locals tried very hard to communicate with their visitors. What a welcoming community.