"We need to decide," Sofia said, blowing steam off her coffee. She pointed to the map. "We can go north, up through the Douro Valley. Vineyards, river boats, very romantic. Very Portugal." She slid her finger across the paper. "Or we cross the border here," she tapped a green patch on the Spanish side, "into Huelva. Jabugo. Ham. Sherry. Very Spanish."

Um país litorâneo, com relevo que varia de montanhoso ao norte a planícies suaves ao sul (Alentejo). Suas principais regiões incluem o Norte, Centro, Lisboa, Alentejo e o ensolarado Algarve.

They walked toward the car, the dusty ground of the town square beneath their feet. They were parked facing South. To their left was the vastness of Portugal; to their right, the expanse of Spain. The sun was high, burning away the morning mist.