Only the a local would have known to take us to Bom Jesus. While staying with a host through Airbnb, two friends and I had the opportunity to spend the day with her and explore Braga. She told us, in her broken but sufficient English, of a church that was out of the city and very beautiful. I was not convinced until seeing the sparkle in her eye to suggest it was a spot not to be missed.
After waiting 20 minutes for a bus to come that then took us up a slow winding road to nearly the top of a hill, we got off and started out trek to Bom Jesus.
Stairs after sets of stairs, we walked just to get to get to the position that this photograph was taken from. If turning 180-degrees at this point, you will see a vast view of Braga that continues on for more and more miles at we made our way up to the church.
It was raining off and on that day keeping every living thing lush. It smelt of moss and the sounds of water, running through the inlaid fountains bordering the stairs, filled the air. Every turn up this symmetrical staircase unveiled a private garden or a set of carved initials.
At the top there is a grotto filled with flowers of all colors, huge planters with sculpted shrubs, a much needed snack bar, and a view that will never be forgotten. Bom Jesus was the bomb and worth every step.