On the way back I decided to be brave and try a specialty (or maybe they just have too many?) - snails. The small ones, as a first step and because they are supposed to taste better. I was half relived to find out that they don't serve them in the place where we stopped, so instead we had the typical reagional cheese, ham and olives, while sitting in the shade, some wind... Oh, the beautiful life!
We headed back when it was time for us to each go our seperate way. Until... Untill I told him how much I hate the pousada and how not attracted I am by Guarda and the thought of staying there for another night. Untill he told me where he is going - practically on my way with a slight "turn" a.k.a. a stop at the ocean. The whole situation was screaming for a change of plans so I went with him. He was in a hurry to meat some family who would in the end host me (portuguese hospitality has no limits) so I had 15' to pack all the clothes I was drying in the room. Of course they were still wet, but that's a minor thing. This is how I ended up in Aveiro! We met the family, had some dinner, went for a midnight coffee (of course!) and a walk by the ocean. Btw: the coffee isn't good, but as well has absolutely no effect on me. It would make me sleepy, not awake. On avarage I have 2-3 coffees per day.