We drove to Querenca yesterday expecting to go to their annual Sausage Festival. It’s a sweet and charming town in the mountains and the festival is a huge big deal for the town’s people and those of surrounding areas.

But it wasn’t Saturday, we learned we were away day early. We had lunch instead at a fabulous restaurant (there are only two of them in the town) where I had grilled octopus, my first of the trip.

We went back today and fortunately arrived early so we could park and we walked around before having the best grilled chorizo sausage on a roll ever. Hundreds of people were there and it was an awesome way to spend part of the day