The timing of the day is immaculate. We couldn’t have planned it so perfectly, had we tried. We flow through the day as though it was designed for our easy enjoyment. Check out of our Airbnb at 11am. Public bus to the big bus station. Cappuccinos in the plaza. Flixbus to Braga. We arrive, pile our bags on a platform, and check the marquee. There’s a bus to Geres in 10 minutes leaving from platform 18. No tickets? No problem, you can pay on the bus. We wind down luscious green mountain roads with scenic vistas. “I have a feeling we should get off before Geres to find camping.” We push the button, exit the bus. There’s a municipal sign across the street, “Campismo”. We set off down the road. After a minute of walking, a car stops beside us. He speaks out of the window in Portuguese, and we understand he’s asking if we’re walking to the camping. His car is tiny, but he loads all our bags in for us, and Thomas squeezes in the front seat, leaving Maya and I to walk in peace without our...