After having written this letter, and being in the sea of Castile, there
rose upon me so much wind, South and South-east,[272-1] that it has
caused me to lighten the vessels; however I ran hither to-day into this
port of Lisbon, which was the greatest wonder in the world; where I
decided to write to their Highnesses. I have always found the seasons
like May in all the Indies, whither I passed in thirty-three days, and
returned in twenty-eight, but that these storms have delayed me
twenty-three days running about this sea.[272-2] All the seamen say here
that there never has been so bad a winter nor so many shipwrecks.