Evora portugal

Friday we left Seville and Spain and headed for Portugal. The countryside was lush and green and covered with orange groves under clear sunny skies.
Bless Michael's heart for always being willing to jump in a car and drive no matter what foreign country we find ourselves in. At least here they drive left hand drive vehicles on the right side of the road.  Once we were settled on a stretch of freeway I turned on the radio on our Ford and the first song I found was "it's all about that bass". Crazy.
As soon as we crossed into Portugal the orange trees vanished and olive groves took their place. Evora is a little place with not much going on....which can be nice (forced relaxation is sometimes required).
There is a chapel decorated, if you will, completely with human bones either as (1) a commentary on the transient mortality of the human condition or (2) because the Catholic church needed to reclaim some real estate to build even more churches. I know I could google it to get the Wikipedia opinion but why bother? It's creepy either way.
There is also a remnant of a Roman temple and really awesome black pork....which is either named as such because it is raised free range and (1) eats acorns or(2) gets suntanned. I know I could google that too but why bother? It's tasty either way.