Both my own observation through Google Maps as well as advice from some seasoned pilgrims sent Wendy and I to the Lisbon train station to take a 30-minute ride west out of the industrial areas surrounding Lisbon to the lovely beach town of Estoril.
We walked the seaside boardwalk/promenade filled with locals and tourists doing morning constitutionals, bike tours, and enjoying the warm morning sun.
We have a coffee and water rest at the legendary Boca do Inferno, calm at low tide:
A few more miles and we arrived at our only luxury hotel on the Caminho, inside the park we need to cross tomorrow.
Our short mileage today (9) allowed us time in the spa, pool, & restaurant. The amazing concierge Pedro advised us that the route tomorrow is straight up the mountain, and wouldn’t we rather let him take our 25lb pack to the next hotel in Sintra, so we could ride the hotel’s electric bicycles to the top of the mountain? He’ll collect them tomorrow night. Don’t judge. The Caminho provides.
After a refreshing snack, we went into Cascais for their annual Festival Lumina:
This was one of 20 outdoor installations just for the weekend, 130 repurposed washing machine drums strung up in front of a church.
Cascais (kish-kysh) is like Southampton, NY or Palm Beach, FL; well-to-do locals, tourists, beaches.
An amazing day, and if you get to Lisbon, visit Cascais, and Pedro.