Travel journal + mosaics of my favorite Lisbon photos.
Plus I commandeered an email my sister sent out about our Portugese adventure.
Every morning we left our delightful Chiado apartment with a loosely woven plan of what might occur that day. The best thing about going on a vacation should be that you don’t have too many things to accomplish. We marveled that travelers were able to enjoy the city of Lisbon and surrounding areas in 3 days. It took us a full 10 days. We prefer the itinerary where you wake up when you want to, scout out the side streets for café’s for breakfast , hop on a mode of public transportation, and head in the general direction of something you’d like to see or do. Figuring out tram, bus, train, and metro systems is fun. They all eventually cross somewhere and something always leads back home. Experiencing the people of portugal when you are all packed tightly in a tram that often causes you to lose your balance gives you a unique perspective. Just ask my sister who happened to lose her balance and found her
hands on the seat in front of her – each hand between a different man’s legs.
Everything you have heard about the beaches in Portugal is true. The water is an inviting shade of blue/green and the sand is a fine grain and excellent for sitting upon – especially if you have a US Airways beach blanket. As for attire – anything and everything goes and truly no one gives a hoot about what you look like or what parts of your body you choose to leave unclothed.
This area is known as boca del infierno (the mouth of hell). My sister was determined we should see it despite the fact that it involved a long hot trek which might have caused me to whine a bit. They have diving partners at the top and for the small sum of 50 US dollars they strap you to their body and you get to experience a thrill of a lifetime without breaking your neck or getting water up your nose. We both of course gave it a go and highly recommend it should you find yourself at the mouth of hell. My diving partner was the great, great, great, great, grandson of Vaso de Gama. I suggest you try and get him if you can.
We each brought a book with us that we ended up tearing into sections so we could easily store them in our purses. Reading a book on a bench in dappled sunlight in the middle of a park is something that we don’t ever do enough of at home.
The most delightful experience of the trip was probably the night we wandered up to the ruins of an old convent that were in a little neighborhood square on the hill behind our apartment. We could hear beautiful music and decided to be brave and wander into the ruins and see what was going on. It was the Lisbon metropolitan orchestra playing a concert in our honor. We were invited to sit on chairs on the grass in the middle of the ruins while the music surrounded us and the gulls flew overhead. Enchanting is really the only way to describe it. This is the memory I want to have imprinted on my brain when I can’t remember anything else. It will be enough.
And that concludes this travelogue. When you decide to go to Lisbon be sure and give me a call so I can hook you up with our crazy night time taxi driver, advise you on the best Fado restaurant in the city, instruct you in ordering from a Portuguese menu, give you tips on walking on slippery cobblestones so you don’t fall down in public, lessons in exiting quickly from a tram so you don’t get separated, and many other invaluable tid bits that are sure to make your stay memorable in many ways.
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The traveling Moss Sisters