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Margaret and Hajir arrive for one of many festive events, in one of Margaret’s many costume changes, at this epic wedding

So finally we get to the main point of this trip: Margaret & Hajir’s wedding. They chose as the location the Alentejo wine region. It’s worth noting that while the Douro Valley wine region – the second stop on this Portugal Explorer tour of ours – is a reasonably confined discrete area, the Alentejo region spreads across fully a third of the country. And unlike the area around our Six Senses stop in the north, where we were literally surrounded by multiple wineries, down here you can drive miles without seeing a single vine.

That is to say this is a very different wine region compared to up north. Still, because it is a largely rural and dispersed area there was no single large hotel or resort to house the hundred-plus people Margaret and Hajir were expecting for the ceremony. Instead we were spread out for miles in various inns and guesthouses and winery-hotels.

The beautiful countryside around Assumar

Mark & I ended up in an absolutely lovely small guesthouse in the tiny town of Assumar, certainly the smallest town we have stayed at in years. And the country boy that’s still in me loved the stop. We were only there for two nights but both days I went for long walks in the country (joined by Mark for one of them), discovering cork trees, grazing sheep and cattle, a huge solar farm, and plenty of mud. I love living in Manhattan but you don’t get a lot of opportunity for country walks there so I did my best to make up for it in Assumar.

The turn-around point of one walk. I’d wanted to go a little further, and this pleasant pasture was inviting, but Walt had warned me that the cattle here were aggressive beef cattle, not docile milk cows. I saw them spread across the path, saw the big horns on most of them, and decided discretion was the better part of valor. I turned around and thus survived to write this blog.

Besides great walks in the country two memories from Assumar stand out. When we first arrived – delayed some 45 minutes by a terrible accident on the highway down there – our host Walt took us to the tiny restaurant in town where the menu was … ribs. Really good ribs, I should add, in the most typical small-town café filled with old men who probably sit there every day, telling the same stories. There was no menu – you ate what he was cooking that day. There were side dishes, however, three of them to be precise. Potatoes, potatoes, and potatoes, cooked in three different ways. Not the meal I would normally choose but a genuinely unforgettable meal.

And then just the guesthouse itself. Walt & Hilde, the proprietors, had recently restored an old farmhouse; I don’t remember just how old but at least a couple hundred years. They couldn’t have been lovelier, our room was big and bright, and they even had a pool in the backyard. Of course, notwithstanding the early April calendar I went in for a dip. Cold but exhilarating.

Walt and Hilde the absolutely lovely hosts at our Assumar guesthouse

And then of course there was the wedding. We’ve socialized with the couple for dinners and parties at both our house and theirs and one thing we were confident of was that there would be enough alcohol. In fact we were a little concerned because the wedding ceremony (ceremonies) themselves were scheduled to last some 10+ hours, with open bars the whole time. And as if that weren’t enough there were dedicated tequila- and whiskey-bearers wandering around throughout ready to help anyone in need.

We didn’t know many of the people at the wedding but we’d met John at a dinner party at Margaret & Hajir’s just a couple weeks ago and have known Alice almost since we first moved to New York, so it was fun to spend time with both of them

In fact it was all pretty fabulous – a somewhat traditional Persian ceremony to reflect Hajir’s family, a more English country estate ceremony complete with arrivals on white horses, a planned escape by hot air balloon that had to get scrubbed because of the weather, and plenty of food, music, and socializing. All in all we had a pretty fabulous time.

It was scheduled to be a two-and-a-half hour drive from Coimbra down to Assumar. Instead no more than a minute or two before we got to this spot there was a terrible accident; a car hidden behind that van was demolished. It didn’t appear that anyone died but at least one person had to wait for the emergency responders to get removed from the car. A good reminder to drive carefully.

The wonderful and memorable lunch in Assumar

Me with ribs and potatoes. Before the bill came I asked Mark if he thought it would come to under or over €50; we both thought maybe a little under. In fact it was €32. We can’t afford not to come on vacation here!

A grove of 400-year-old cork trees. Walt explained that it takes 10 years after removing the bark to make corks for the tree to recover before it is ready for “harvesting” again. So they paint a big white digit on the tree to show when it was last harvested; this tree, obviously, had its bark removed in 2019 and will be ready again in 2029.

Another shot of our country walk

Margaret and Hajir arrive to one of the ceremonies on horses. This all looked good but a second later the horses decided to be less cooperative….

Some pictures of friends, old and new. Here are Elizabeth and David.

Alice and Najeen, cousin of the groom

Sarah, Laure, and Laura. Notice Mark, reflected in the mirror behind them, taking this picture.

Me with Robert, father of the groom (and official tequila bearer), and Kylie from Indiana

Rebecca, Annie, Kris, & Leah. I’d complimented Kris on his tie when he explained it was his daughter’s hair bow and she didn’t want to wear it any more so he turned it into a festive tie!

You recognize us!

Here we are again with Walt and Hilde who joined the early part of the festivities

The vows, with officiant cousin Hasti. You’ll notice that instead of traditional bridesmaids and groomsmen Hajir & Margaret are joined at the front by the tequila- and whiskey-bearers. I mean, you never know when you might need a little extra nip!

The entire group from our little guesthouse: David, Linda (mother of the bride), Sarah, Laura, Greg, Jake, Mark, me, and Tina, aunt of the bride

And one final view of the serenity of the Assumar countryside

The 19th century manor at the core of our resort was at the top of a lot of stairs

The second stop on this Portugal Explorer was an easy 90-minute drive into the Douro Valley, the country’s most famous wine region. We stayed in the Six Senses resort, located high above the Douro River in a grand 19th century manor. Truth be told there wasn’t really a lot to do so there’s not a lot to say about it.

The food was good, though because of the isolation of the resort there were no off-resort restaurant options and after just a couple days of looking at the same lunch menu it gets a little old. And the weather was spectacular for this time of year – sunny and in the 60s much of the day.

Lunch on the patio at Six Senses Douro Valley surrounded by vineyards and with plenty of sun

Being right in the middle of wine country – literally surrounded by vineyards – we took advantage of the hotel’s offer to do a wine tasting. For €55 you get to taste several wines with a sommelier giving you a history of the wine, the region, all that. Some of it was interesting but there were two downsides. First, none of the wines they chose were particularly representative of the Douro Valley. That was really strange – they all had at least some non-native grapes, and in a couple cases all the grapes were not native to the region. The whole point for us was to learn more about this specific region.

The other problem was annoying: they listed the price as €55 but when the bill came they added a €5 charge for the little food nibbles you get as a palate cleanser. Sorry, you don’t get to advertise one price and then just add a little extra. There’s a happy ending to the story though. After I complained at the front desk and had them take the extra charge off we saw the next day that the advertisement for the wine tasting had been changed to reflect the cost of €60. Victory!

Our sommelier telling us about the Douro Valley wines without actually using typical Douro Valley wines

Otherwise our days were filled with a lot of reading and a fair amount of exercising. There was a really nice gym on site and there were some great walking trails along the river and into the vineyards. A few days walking and reading in the sun with nothing to worry about isn’t the worst way to spend time!

There was a trail from below the hotel that ran just about exactly one kilometer along the river, a pleasant part of every day we spent there

And then you could extend the walk up into the vineyards. Even in just three days I could watch the little green sprouts emerging on the vines – my sense is that in just another week or 10 days at most this will be way more green than it is now.

There was a nice pool but it being the start of April and all the water was too cold for most people. I went in, though, and while I was there we found that it wasn’t too cold for ducks, either, two of whom landed while I was in it. You can see them in the upper right of the pool!

There I am, even closer to the ducks

Another view of the vineyards. Our hotel is off in the distance, almost exactly in the center of the picture.

More wildlife! The hotel had two very calm dogs that hung around with guests. This one, Foxy, wasn’t very strategic: completely ignored you, even if you tried to make friends. But then at lunch time when there was food he was eager to be fed. Sorry, you weren’t friendly when I wanted you!

Thea Musgrave and her husband Peter Mark at the House of Lords

Doesn’t everyone dash off to London for a long weekend when a friend’s opera is being performed there? Well, that’s who we’ve become. Our friend Thea Musgrave is a Scottish national who has lived in the U.S. for decades. To say she’s an important composer is something of an understatement: in 2002 Queen Elizabeth II named her a Commander of the British Empire (CBE) and in 2017 she was awarded the Queen’s Medal for Music, all in recognition of her contributions to British arts. So when the English National Opera announced they were producing her “Mary, Queen of Scots” several of her friends announced that if she was going we would too.

It’s worth noting that the question of whether Thea and her husband Peter would go was of no small curiosity. Thea, you see, is 96 years old and at this point traveling across the ocean is no small issue. But this was worth it so off we all went. It was great fun traveling with a bunch of friends, though sadly it meant that we were pretty booked up the whole time and didn’t even get to see old friends who live in London.

Here we are all dressed up for the English National Opera’s production of “Mary, Queen of Scots”

The opera, I should add, was really great. Modern and somewhat atonal but still approachable. The staging was distinctly minimalistic in light of the English National Opera’s financial struggle but the singing was without question world class. And importantly – for me this is a big distinction between contemporary opera and the 19th century classics – the story was tight and compelling. Mary became the Scottish Queen at the ripe age of six days (that’s right, six days old) when her father James V died. She was shipped off to France at age six, betrothed to the guy who would become Francis II. He reigned for less than two years though before dying so she returned to Scotland at age 19 to rule as was her right by birth.

Here I am with the poster advertising Thea’s opera

The opera covers the next six years as she tries – unsuccessfully – to fend off the powerful men who would usurp her power and authority. That tension and power dynamic make for an intense and thoroughly modern drama absent from older operas. It’s worth noting that while ultimately Mary failed to protect her crown – she fled to England where ultimately Elizabeth I had her beheaded (kind of the definition of a failed strategy) – she did succeed in one important way. Her son ultimately ruled as James VI of Scotland and, with the death of Elizabeth, James I of England. During his reign he supervised what became known as the King James Version of the Bible and lived as a raging homosexual, but that’s a story for another time.

OK, back now to our London trip. The opera was really good, the audience loved it, and it got really positive reviews. The crowning glory though was after the cast had taken their bows. While they were still on stage the artistic director came out and announced that they were honored to have the composer there in person. And then the spotlight hit Thea’s bright white hair as she stood and waved while the audience went wild. On and on the applause rolled, a five-minute standing ovation for our friend. I have to admit I had tears just running down my face, so proud of Thea and imagining what it must be like at age 96 to have that experience. A moment I will never forget – and will probably tear up at whenever I think about it.

The audience goes wild as the spotlight hits Thea

But of course there’s more to do in London than just go to one opera. The day we arrived Thea was being honored at the House of Lords and the eight or 10 of us from New York were invited along for the event. Sadly, I’d been diagnosed with bronchitis the day before we left New York so I really didn’t feel as though I could go – I didn’t want to tire myself out and I really didn’t want to expose our elderly friends to my germs. Mark made it, though, and said it was a pretty cool event. I mean, it was the House of Lords!

Mark, Sven, and Mary Beth all very dapper at the House of Lords

Oddly, we saw another little opera while we were in London. Entirely coincidentally an old friend of mine from Minneapolis was involved in the production of an obscure little opera literally the night before Thea’s debut so off we went to see Samuel Coleridge-Taylor’s “Dream Lovers.” It was a fun little escapade, reviving a lost 19th century piece, but not exactly the opera one would fly across the Atlantic for. But watching the production and then having dinner with Laura and her wife Mary was a great evening.

And still there was more music. Our NY friends Mary Beth and Sven came along as well, in part of course to see Thea’s opera, but also because their son Luca is in his third year as a pianist at the Royal Academy of Music. So one afternoon Luca performed a 45-minute piano recital for maybe a dozen of us. Now obviously I have an amateur’s ear but even for me it was obvious what a changed musician he is since he left high school less than three years ago.

Luca & his classmate Hayden play a four-hand Mozart piece at Luca’s private recital for friends. If you look closely you’ll note that there is a reflection of Hayden in Luca’s piano where Luca’s face should be. Wait, that guy is like six feet away. How did that happen? Ghosts and spirits I can only assume.

Oh, and one more musical interlude. Since we were in London for five nights and only had two of them taken up by operas we bought tickets for “Les Misérables” which has been playing in the West End (London’s equivalent of Broadway) for nearly 40 years. We saw it on Broadway probably 20 years ago or more and loved it then … and loved it again this time. Just an epic story with grand music and staging.

And then there were the group outings. A group dinner at an Ottolenghi restaurant that Mary Beth & Sven love (and that I missed while nursing my illness). A group lunch at an Indian restaurant in the very cool Brick Lane neighborhood. An art exhibit centered in 1504 Florence where Michelangelo, Leonardo Da Vinci, and Raphael all crossed paths. The British Museum. The Tate gallery to see dozens of Turner paintings.

All in all it was a pretty hectic few days. For the first time ever though, I feel as though I started to get to know London. And definitely enjoyed it. From here we’re taking the train to Paris for five days and I find myself thinking “Why don’t we do this London/Paris trip more often?” Why not indeed.

Curtain call for Les Mis

Sarah, Gena, Mary Beth, Carla, Luca, Sven, and Mark at the Ottolenghi restaurant. Note the empty chair where I should have been but for that damned bronchitis thing.

Luca & Sven

We were sitting at the bar at the Corinthia hotel where we were staying after the Dream Lovers opera and who should walk in but Broadway star and Tony winner Billy Porter. Turns out he is performing as the emcee in Cabaret just across the street from the hotel and came in after the production with his entourage. It seemed as though he really didn’t mind our fawning over him.

That was the night we had drinks and a light dinner with Mary and Laura who were pretty star struck by Billy

Mark with the Cabaret poster

And finally, one of those “This exists in the world?” photos. We’re walking to our group Indian lunch and what do we come across but a micro-laundrymat … in the parking lot of a gas station. I suppose it’s convenient in certain situations…