Tina took me on a long walk down the boardwalk along the beach. There had been a storm up until 8am that morning. The waves were HUGE, coming in three at a time and breaking into huge sprays against the wave barrier. The beach was covered in sea foam and the local kids were in 7th heaven playing in it.
On our last morning there, we awoke thinking we would leave the next day on an evening and then overnight train to The Netherlands. When we started looking up train info so we could book our tickets, we found a warning in German that, thanks to Google's Translator, told us the French rail system would be on strike the next day starting at 8pm. So we booked ourselves a hostel in Amsterdam for the next night, packed up our things, received the world's best lunch/dinner care package from Tina and left for the Porto train station unexpectedly.
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