Saturday, May 9, 2015

Another Country, Another World: Portugal

Friday, 8 May, 2015:


Portugal, for me, would not just be Angel Clemente's favorite Cobras' pass play after today.

We were up again at a decent hour to bid farewell to Cádiz and start a scenic, five hour drive to the capital of Portugal, the enchanting city of Lisbon.

But first, a few last photos of our morning in Cádiz.

We did not eat here,
but maybe we should have

Trying to find a breakfast spot
at Cádiz's Central Market

The Market was just
getting ready to open

Proper displays are a daily MUST!

Laurie liked this stall's look

And she still LOVES cherries

The origin of the word Andalusia

The streets of Cádiz were quiet

Preparing the morning menu

La Puerta de la Tierra

Behind this old city gate lies the historic city section of Cádiz. Where we are standing is the beginning of the new section of the city.

On the road again . . .

Laurie likes taking photos of bridges

And of horses too

Not to mention crane's nests

Getting closer to Portugal

Just a random castle

A road stop delight just
before crossing into Portugal

DAMN, it was good!!!

Almost there, we just have to . . .

. . . cross this bridge and
we were in another time zone

As a bonus, by entering Portugal, we gained back another hour to be tourists as it turned out!  

We made it!

Now that we are in Portugal, we can now boast of having visited 25 European countries over the six years while coaching American football, NOT AMERICAN RUGBY PLEASE.

Nice way to spend your Golden Years don't you think?

Algarve is the southernmost
province of Portugal

Still about 190 miles to go to Lisbon

We needed another rest stop before reaching Lisbon and the one we picked had an eclectic sports theme.

NFL Europe Barcelona Dragons helmet
and a
New York Jets jersey

Phil Rizzuto, "The Scooter"

Jai Alai cesta

An eclectic collection indeed!

Cork trees

Portugal is famous for its production of cork. I did not know that until today.

Lots of crane's nests
on this utility pole

Christ overlooking Lisbon

The last bridge into Lisboa,
as the locals call Lisbon

 Laurie wanted to know what
time we got into Lisbon

 The elevator at our
V Dinastia Lisbon Guest House . . .

. . . is OLD!

This statue is new

 Another reflections photo

The police station by our hotel
and next to a Metro stop

Lisbon loves bright colors

 The people here like an outdoor
cup of coffee on a warm afternoon too

Interesting architecture

More bright colors

The Old City lay below us

But how would we get down there?

 The Castelo de São Jorge
overlooking the city

In 1755 Lisbon was hit by a devastating earthquake.  It was the 1st of November, with thousands of petitioners in candlelit churches for All Saints' Day when the earthquake hit.  Over 20 churches collapsed, crushing the crowds.  As the buildings collapsed, the candles started fires all over the city. Then, as if an earthquake and massive fires weren't enough, the earthquake's epicenter off the coast caused a tidal wave to finish the day's destruction.  An estimated 15,000 people lost their lives that day in Lisbon.

Lisbon has lots of statues
like this one of Eduardo Coelho

Laurie noted the mixture of Arabic
and Roman numerals in Eduardo's
vital statistics

Mobile book seller

A Funicular

It was our magical ride down into the old town.

Our casually dressed conductor
was ready to whisk us away

We were stylin'

 More tributes to fallen heroes

Wondrous storefront

Not a church but official looking

What the . . .

 . . . oh, just people from Asturias,
Spain parading around at a street fair
trying to drum up tourists

Actually, we will be driving through Asturias in the North of Spain next week.

If this don't attract tourists to Asturias,
what would?
 Do you guys know of a good restaurant?

Let me think about that . . .

 Hmm . . .

That's a tough question,
there are so many choices . . .

 Beats me. You two are on your own
for dinner tonight, sorry

Thus rebuked by the ancients,
we wandered

 Henry the Navigator's harbor is
just on the other side of this arch

 Hey, this place looks good

I wonder what they serve?

The only thing on the menu is . . .

. . . a cod and cheese deep fried pastel,
but it IS made with love!

Kind of like an oversized croqueta, it is good for you if you wash it down with a local beer, or so we were told.

Archway near the harbor

 Overlooking Lisbon's Harbor

 Let the trampling begin!

 Where's Laurie?

 Don't the Grimaldis rule Monaco?

 How old is this lamp?

Or this church for that matter?

Sporting a haircut like Jacob's

 We may be in need of some repairs here

How do you spell that?

 Did I mention that Portugal is famous
for their production of cork?

Paul Petrich's dream store

We were still hungry, so we opted to get off of the main travelled tourist streets to try an find a hidden treasure for a little more sustenance.


Tabuas Porto Wine Tavern, located near the harbor at Rua dos Bacalhoeiros, 143, was indeed the magical place that we were seeking.

It would be a great spot for people visiting Lisbon during a cruise ship stop to take a break.

This little wine bar sells excellent
wines and a killer meat and cheese plate

 Plus it had atmosphere

And it was nutritious too, or so we were told.

It was now time to get back to exploring the old city.

Where's Laurie?

Pedestrians BEWARE . . .
trollies may make wide turns

OK then, we've had an interesting cod and cheese croqueta, a tremendous meat and cheese plate, a good beer and some fine wine but something was still missing.

What could it be?


OF COURSE! How could we have forgotten to try Lisbon's signature dessert, the Pastel de Nata.

With a cup of espresso, it was the perfect way to end our first night in Lisbon!

And it was, oh so good for us too!

Magic Hour in Lisbon

 Where's Laurie?

 I like arches

Gateway to the Harbor

 Trolley home?

Nope, the Metro would be easier

The old aqueduct by our hotel

We really enjoyed Lisbon today, it was a relaxing city after the day's long drive.

We will spend another night in Lisbon before heading farther North, to exact points as of yet unknown, on Sunday morning.


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