
Ever since I heard that the city of Albuquerque, New Mexico was named after a duke in Spain I have wanted to visit the original town which is spelled Alburquerque. Somehow the R was dropped in the New World.
I got my wish last week when I made a four-day bike tour with my brother, Bob, and cycling friend, Graham, through the border region of Spain and Portugal.
The idea for the trip started after I did a wonderful bike adventure in northern Portugal in 2023. Graham, who organized that trip, had heard me talk about the years I lived in Albuquerque, NM. He suggested a route that would take in the Spanish town of Alburquerque in Estremadura, which became a sister city to its namesake in New Mexico in 2003.
Taking the train to Spain
My brother, an enthusiastic cyclist, was interested in the idea. He flew over from where he lives in Ireland to join us. We met just south of where I live in Tomar, and put our bikes on the one-car train that plies between Entroncamento, Portugal, and Badajoz, in Spain.
Unfortunately, our trip coincided with a heatwave. The temperature was around 35 degrees C. (95F) when we set off from Badajoz to pedal the roughly 40 kilometers to the town of Montijo. Fortunately, most of the route was close to an irrigation canal and therefore flat.
The next day we started off before 9 a.m. in cool temperatures for the 58 kilometer ride to Alburquerque. However, we quickly ran into a headwind which stayed with us the whole day. The road stretched out long and lonely. We passed huge fields of wheat, scattered orchards where caramel brown cattle sheltered from the sun under cork oaks. Houses were rare.

Villages also are few and far between. We finally stopped in Villar del Rey, where we managed to get coffee and churros, the long slim pieces of fried dough that people often dunk in coffee. Continuing on, we had a long, steep climb up to our destination, the hilltop town of Alburquerque.
We stayed in a comfortable AirBnb and after a refreshing shower and a cold beer, we set off to explore the castle that dominates the town.

The Castillo de Luna was built from the 11th to the 15h centuries and is named for Alvaro de Luna, Constable of Castile and Grand Master of the Order of Santiago. It was a short, though steep, walk up from the main plaza where we stayed. Entry is free and you can wander on your own. The views from the walls are magnificent.



Where, oh, where is a restaurant that is open?
It is well known that Spain observes siesta in the afternoon from about 2:30 to 5 p.m. and people eat dinner late, sometimes very late.
When I have visited different parts of Spain in the past, it is usually possible to find a bar that serves tapas (light snacks) from about 7:30 pm. Not so in Alburquerque.
We were VERY hungry after our long cycling slog. So after visiting the castle, we had another beer and asked where we might get dinner. Answer: the restaurants don’t open until 9 p.m. Turned out that the town’s restaurants don’t open at all on a Tuesday night. Thank goodness we found a kebab place to stave off starvation.



Heading back to Portugal
The third day saw us descend from Alburquerque heading toward the Portuguese border. We made a stop for coffee and churros in La Codosera. It was almost the last Spanish village we cruised through before the border. The town has become famous for a shrine to Nuestra Señora de Chandavila. In 1945, two young girls said they saw a vision of the Virgin Mary on a hillside outside the town. There is now a statue of Nuestra Señora de Chandavila above the town, and a pilgrimage route for the seven sorrows of the virgin.
A few kilometers later, we passed the border village of El Marco and walked across the roughly three-meter-long bridge that claims to be the shortest international bridge in the world.

As soon as we crossed into Portugal we felt the difference. The first sizable village we came to, Mosteiros, had a restaurant where we eagerly consumed the well-known Portuguese dish, “carne de Porco Alentejano”, chunks of pork and clams in a mildly spicy sauce with cubed potatoes. Very tasty!
After another 20 kilometers and a big climb, we reached Portalegre. By that time, I was feeling pretty exhausted and dubious about whether I would make the fourth day. I knew I could catch the train back to Entroncamento from Portalegre. However, my riding companions, Bob and Graham, persuaded me that the final day would be mostly downhill —- except for the big climb at the end!
Sure enough, the final day started cool and fresh with long gentle descents. We stopped by a lake created by a dam and stopped for coffee in the charming town of Nisa.

A long climb, beautiful descent and a surprise
The last climb toward our final destination in Vila Velha de Rodão looked daunting. However, the temperature was cooler and the wind was not against us. We took it slow and steady, stopping for a breather every two or three kilometers. Our reward was a thrilling ride down a long curving road to the bridge over the river Tejo. This is the same river that flows to the sea in Lisbon.

We checked into the Vila Portuguesa hotel and walked over to the train station to make sure we could get the train back to Entroncamento the next morning. Then we had a celebratory meal.
Unfortunately, neither the station timetable nor the online Comboios de Portugal app, shared the information that buses had replaced train service through Vila Velha de Rodão in March this year, and the buses did not accept bicycles.
Graham scrambled and his wife Karen drove two hours to rescue Bob and I so that he could get to my home in time to catch his flight back to Ireland the next day.
All in all a great adventure, with a lot of surprises. But that´s travel for you!
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