I glanced up the winding path. The sun glinted off of my sun glasses. We were so close to the top of the mountain… where the proud, ancient Moorish Castle stood. I could feel the sweat on my fore head. It could get so hot in Portugal. Especially when you are climbing up a steep mountain path to reach a hundred year old castle wall. My dad paused with his brisk walking, as did I. We were more athletic than the rest of our family, so jumped ahead. I peered over the edge of the path. That's steep! And some prickly bushes to go with it. I definitely would not want to take a tumble down the cliff.
"I wouldn't too close to the edge." said my dad, warning me.
"I won't. I'm not that stupid. I wanted to see the rest of our group."
I scoured the path below me. Then I noticed a pink dot a bit farther down. That must be Maja, my sister! We continued our trek up the hill. When what seemed like hours passed, we reached the edge of the Moorish Castle, nick named "the Great Wall of Portugal". Minutes later the rest of my family arrived. Head count. All six of us: Mom, Dad, Maja, Grandparents and myself!
As we made our way to the walls, I stayed at the front of our group. I wanted to take everything in. Just imagine living here thousands of years ago! Taking refuge during raids! Scary, yet cool. Then I noticed it: at a point along the towering gray-brown wall there was a stair case leading to the top.
"Look you guys! Let's go! This will be a great time to get some pictures!" I exclaimed.
We stomped our way up. And right when I reached the main path on the top of the wall a fresh gust of sea wind blew into my face. Ah. This was the life! I could see the altitude around me. Small fisherman's villages dotted the hillside and the circular wall stretched around. "Let's get moving."
"I wouldn't too close to the edge." said my dad, warning me.
"I won't. I'm not that stupid. I wanted to see the rest of our group."
I scoured the path below me. Then I noticed a pink dot a bit farther down. That must be Maja, my sister! We continued our trek up the hill. When what seemed like hours passed, we reached the edge of the Moorish Castle, nick named "the Great Wall of Portugal". Minutes later the rest of my family arrived. Head count. All six of us: Mom, Dad, Maja, Grandparents and myself!
As we made our way to the walls, I stayed at the front of our group. I wanted to take everything in. Just imagine living here thousands of years ago! Taking refuge during raids! Scary, yet cool. Then I noticed it: at a point along the towering gray-brown wall there was a stair case leading to the top.
"Look you guys! Let's go! This will be a great time to get some pictures!" I exclaimed.
We stomped our way up. And right when I reached the main path on the top of the wall a fresh gust of sea wind blew into my face. Ah. This was the life! I could see the altitude around me. Small fisherman's villages dotted the hillside and the circular wall stretched around. "Let's get moving."
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