Ryan and I are sipping white port and eating cookies in our simple waterfront guesthouse in the
Portuguese beach town of Nazare . In addition to the lovely sunsets and picturesque whitewashed houses, this remarkable town has a delightful peculiarity. It is dominated by tiny old women dressed in knee-length petticoat skirts, knee socks and knitted wraps. In most cities old ladies are as sheepish as street kittens, but these women rule the streets! Instead of boys playing soccer, they take over the plaza to play a type of street ball. Petticoats fly as they take turns throwing a ball at an empty crate. Large groups gossip loudly as their husbands timidly smoke cigarettes. These women were the main street merchants selling dried fruit, nuts, fish, donuts…it was a
festival of the best street food in the world! It all paired wonderfully with the crisp young white wine that is typical in the Portugal: vino verde. I liked these old women. They seem to say, “Men may think they rule the world, but we know who the real bosses are!”
Portuguese beach town of Nazare . In addition to the lovely sunsets and picturesque whitewashed houses, this remarkable town has a delightful peculiarity. It is dominated by tiny old women dressed in knee-length petticoat skirts, knee socks and knitted wraps. In most cities old ladies are as sheepish as street kittens, but these women rule the streets! Instead of boys playing soccer, they take over the plaza to play a type of street ball. Petticoats fly as they take turns throwing a ball at an empty crate. Large groups gossip loudly as their husbands timidly smoke cigarettes. These women were the main street merchants selling dried fruit, nuts, fish, donuts…it was a 
festival of the best street food in the world! It all paired wonderfully with the crisp young white wine that is typical in the Portugal: vino verde. I liked these old women. They seem to say, “Men may think they rule the world, but we know who the real bosses are!”
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