Óbidos or Bust
After breakfast the next morning, Morgado’s Commercial Manager (and self-avowed prince!), Henrique, loaded Anne from Australia, Meg and me into his car and we headed north to Óbidos. Since I am unable to phonetically spell out how the Portuguese say the name of this enchanting little village, I looked it up. Here ya go: ˈɔβiðuʃ….