We kicked around several possibilities for today – going back to Sintra, exploring the beach town Cascais, or puttering around Lisbon. We settled on Lisbon, to finish up the couple of remaining sites we had not yet seen.

After breakfast, we ran back home to get umbrellas since it was spitting occasional rain, and then we walked along a new (to us) road to go to the cathedral here. Along the way, I needed a bathroom, and we ran across a free archaeology museum that had restrooms. The museum was only one floor, but was interesting and well presented. It focused on the remains of the Roman wall of the city and the buildings that had been built along it, which turned out to be mostly for processing fish and fish oils. The ruins were encased in glass, so we were able to walk over them and look down on them. Great little place, especially for free.

We made it up to the cathedral, which is an impressive medieval church built like a twin-towered fortress. It is massive and solid, and it survived the 1755 earthquake and is still in use. St. Anthony (of Padua, where he died) was born near this church and was baptized there. It is simple stone inside, with only a few paintings. There are three brilliant stained glass rose windows. The church excels in impressing the weight of history and worship onto you.

To save wear and tear on week-long-stressed knees, we took the small bus from near the cathedral up to the castle, which dominates the high point of the town. It is huge, with multiple walls, including the inner keep, which had multiple gates and intact ramparts. The castle was built by the Moors around 900, and was conquered by the soon-to-be Portuguese king around 1150. One of the famous heroes of Lisbon threw himself into a closing gate and used his dying body to keep the gate open so the castle could be stormed.

The views from the castle are great from every angle. We got to see the entire city and finally put it together in our heads, resulting in our laughing at how close some of the major squares are, when we had been thinking of them as very separate places. That is the the result of piecing the city together from meandering trolley rides. We got to walk along many of the tops of the walls all around the place. It continued to sprinkle on and off, but never to the point of discomfort.

We walked back down toward town, stopping in at a very cool art shop that seemed to be featuring creche (nativity) sets. Some were very moving in execution or simplicity; others were strangely whimsical. The shop itself was in an interesting space, with a rocky floor and a brick roof. Of course, my favorite works were over $1,200 and $800 each. I always seem to pick out the expensive ones.

Lunch was inside because of the rain, but it had cleared up by the time we finished. We walked home and rested for an hour before heading out for our final evening on the town. It was mellow – we walked up to the iron tower elevator (near the ruins of the convent) and took the elevator down, where we walked through a couple of squares to look for the market set up in one of the squares. We found it, and it was the same as two days ago, so we went back up to the convent area and had supper in a square facing one side of the convent. It was a pretty place to eat, and then we went home.

Lisbon treated us well, and we enjoyed the city very much. It is walk-able, interesting, and people-friendly, and we are thankful indeed to have been here this week.

One of the reasons to travel is to discover things of wonder. That wonder can be natural (like the Alps) or artificial (like the Eiffel Tower). Even better is when you find something that captivates you that you never even knew existed. Especially when it is wonderfully quirky.

Such is the Quinta da Regaleira house and estate in Sintra. It was mentioned in our Rick Steves guide book, and online reviews said it was fantastic, but nothing really prepared me for the actual site. We took the train back to Sintra, where the Moorish Castle still played peek-a-boo with us through the fog and we only saw the Pena Palace tower dimly right at the end of the day. So, still not a great day for views from the mountain.

But, happily, the town of Sintra and the Quinta da Regaleira were both below the cloud line, and it was a nice day to be outside. We spent about five hours roaming the grounds and (briefly) the house, so we were happy the rain from Thursday had gone.

We walked from the station to town, which involves walking around a steep valley, so that you actually see the town close at hand the entire walk. The sidewalk is lined with sculpture, which is a good touch. The Quinta da Regaleira is above the town, so we continued our walk to the main gate, which is about halfway up the sloping grounds of the estate.

And what grounds. We decided to head up while our legs were fresh. Not long into the uphill walk, we came to the waterfall on the estate. With a pond. With stepping stones across the pond. Which led to the underground passage that led behind the waterfall. That led to the underground passage that led to the “Initiatic Well,” a spiral-staircase-encircled well about ninety feet deep. But halfway up the stairs there was another underground passage that we HAD to take.

This dumped us out at the “Portal of the Guardians,” a semi-circular wall with two climbable towers on either side. That overlooked the “Terrace of the Celestial Worlds” with its tall ziggurat tower. That you can climb and see the Moorish Castle from.

But we were climbing up. So up we went, along winding paths through dense trees to the Grotto of the Virgin, a cave currently without a shrine. That marked the highest point in the estate, so we followed the western wall path down before heading over to the Unfinished Well, which also had stairs leading down, to the (obviously) underground passage that led to the Grotto of the East, another cave, near the Aquarium, a cave with one wall of glass to let the viewers see the water on the other side (fairly tame in late November).

That finished the upper half of the grounds. We made our way down to the lower half, finding and climbing the quite tall Regaleira Tower with its grand views of the Moorish Castle and the town of Sintra. We had to backtrack there a bit to find a way down to the Fountain of Regaleira, which was a huge wall of mosaic stone with a super-small fountain with the output of about what a drinking fountain would put out. It was fun in that way.

Back to the western wall path, only to be distracted by the Labyrinthic Grotto, my favorite part of the park. It was an opening leading to a series of narrow passages that wound around. Some of the paths led to other paths, and some were dead ends. They finally came to a huge muddy cave that looked out onto a small pond. Happily, there was a stairway out, next to the Balnearium Fountain and a small “natural” bridge across the pond. After crossing it, we made a quick dash over to look at the decoratively tiled Pisoes Loggia, and then a beeline toward the cafeteria for lunch, taking us past a row of statues of Greek gods.

Lunch was outside on the patio, looking over the house and grounds and mountain, with a couple of different kitties wandering about. That is about as ideal an eating spot as you can come up with. After lunch, we went and visited the ornate Chapel, where we climbed a spiral staircase to its small balcony, before climbing it back down all the way to the…wait for it…underground tunnel that took you to the base of the house.

We toured the first floor of the house, with its magnificent views, but sadly, the second and third floors were closed for restoration, so we did not get to climb up to the balconies. We did spend some quality time sitting out on the main floor balcony, watching the fog come and go on the mountain.

To make sure we saw everything, we finished off the row of Greek gods. That was it. A very well-spent five hours of child-like wonder.

Why is all of this here? I’m not sure. The brochure tells you how Carvalho Monteiro hired architect Luigi Manini around 1900 to expand the house and grounds, but does not say why. Some of the things in the house suggested there was an ideal of a “philosophical estate” where nature and contemplation were stressed, but it never really got to the why of the entire place. I think Carvalho had money and imagination and playfulness. I am very grateful – what a great place to wander and wonder.

We took the train back to Lisbon, and then home to rest for forty-five minutes. We wanted to explore more of the Alfama neighborhood (the old one that survived the 1755 earthquake), so we had a relaxed supper up there, where we had a good time with a fun waiter who gave us a hard time, and then we chatted with a Korean man who lives in New York doing graphic design for commercials. We then wandered the narrows streets up to and back down from the castle area, before walking over to the upper shopping district for dessert, where we finally got to see some Christmas lights. The municipal lights have been hanging all week, but haven’t yet been lit. Happily, the mall came through for us with a spectacular color-changing tree. After dessert, we headed home, but sadly, not through any secret tunnels.

Even on the best of vacations, sometimes rain must fall. Or at least is predicted to fall; we were supposed to get heavy rains and winds, starting sometime between 10:00 and 11:00. So, we decided today would be a good museum day. We started with a late breakfast, and finished up well after 10:00, and we were thrilled at the sunny skies – we would not have to get soaked walking to the museum. Off we went to escape the coming torrents, to our refuge – the Gulbenkian Museum.

The Gulbenkian Museum was founded from the collection of a wealthy Armenian who was granted refuge in Portugal during World War 2. When he died, he left his impressive and eclectic art collection to Lisbon as a thank you. The collection includes ceramics, textiles (mostly rugs), wood work, sculpture, paintings, furniture, and more, spanning ancient Egyptian art, Islamic art. Chinese art, European art, and others. Many of the pieces were obscure to me, but he had several sculptures by Rodin, and some paintings by Monet, Manet, Degas, and Renoir, and an entire room of paintings of Venice by Guardi.

I loved the European art, especially the religious art. There was a wooden statue of Mary that was very moving – she was old and sad, and this was not a modern statue (I think it was from 1700 or so). I also liked a huge tapestry called something like “The Children’s Dance,” in which a bunch of Cupid-like children were dancing. And then you notice that one of the ones up in a tree had inverted a quiver of arrows, and the arrows had fallen on a dancing child, who was now looking unhappy and bleeding. Odd.

I loved the Rodin sculptures. Mer laughed at one called Sister and Brother, in which two siblings were cozy – she said it was just like me and my sister. Next to it were two lovers kissing passionately, and I said that was just like us. Mer saw that it was called Early Springtime and remarked that we were more of Early Autumn. Touche.

There was a special exhibit called “Beyond the Mirror” which explored the mirror in art. It was interesting, showing how the mirror was portrayed in early art, and then later was used as the subject of art itself. So we had exhibits where the focus was on the reflection of someone, or we had art that incorporated real mirrors. It was well laid out, and it was a thoughtful theme to trace in art.

We got done with the Gulbenkian around 1:30, and came out to cloudy but dry skies. We wanted to go to a couple of museums back out in Belem (out by the monastery), so we had to take the subway to the train station. When we emerged at the train station, it had rained, but was only sprinkling, and so it was in Belem as well. We walked the ten minutes to the Museu Colecao Berardo, a modern art collection spanning (roughly) from 1900 to today.

I am not the biggest modern art fan, but I like early modern art and religious modern art. This museum had no religious art, but a solid collection of early modern art. It also had three fourths of the school-aged population of Lisbon there, but we managed to avoid them, on the whole. About half the collection was from recent modern art, which usually makes me mad. It did so again today. I think I finally figured out why. Art should point to truth, and modern art rejects the idea that there is truth, or even that art should have a point. So, in the end, it mocks real art that does point to truth. And that makes me angry. I also get a bit ticked off when art that I could have easily made with no training ends up framed in a museum. At any rate, I was no big fan of the second half of the museum, although I still found a couple of pieces I liked for the color or pattern.

After a rest stop at a cafe, we made our soaking and windy way over across the street to the National Archaeology Museum, which is a small museum in the long wing of the monastery. They had three small exhibits – one on an excavated area of Portugal, covering from the stone age through the Romans; one on Egypt; and one on Roman artifacts dealing with death and the gods. It was well laid out, and the Portuguese exhibit even had some artifacts you could touch, but I was getting a bit tired and hungry. Three museums in one day were a pretty good haul. We made our really wet and windy way back to the train, to have the rain stop for the day when we got to the station. Twenty minutes of being in the rain was not bad for a day forecast to have it all day long.

Back in Lisbon, we had a traditional Thanksgiving meal at an Italian restaurant with pizza and steak. Dubbs said we should all say some things we were thankful for, which was a good idea on Thanksgiving. After sharing a few things each (including family, friends, health, good living, good jobs), we ate well. That made me feel much better, so that I was happy to go to the shopping street to see if the Christmas lights were on yet. They weren’t. We comforted ourselves with dessert, and I began to think about bed.

Then Mer said she wanted to do the Trolley #12 tour. #12 runs a small circular path around the main part of downtown Lisbon, and even though it covered some of the same ground we had already done, it had some new areas too. Off we went. It was amazing how well it tied together areas we had come at in a roundabout way, or had popped up in from the metro. We did the whole track in about twenty minutes, getting off at a small market in a square, where we browsed and bought a few things. Then it really was back on the metro and back home for the evening. And the forecast has the rain ending by 10:00 tomorrow morning. Back to outside touring we go!

We got going a little early today because we had some travel involved – we were going to the nearby town of Sintra, about a 45-minute train ride away. We got to the Rossio train station (the one with the cool Islamic-inspired facade) and onto a train that pulled out at about 9:15.

Sintra is home to several castles, and so is a popular tourist attraction. We got off the train with a couple hundred of our newest friends, and piled on to a full-sized bus that did an amazing job of squeezing up a small mountain. We passed by the Moorish Castle, which we came back to later (and so we will here too), and pulled up outside the Pena Palace, a fairy-tale castle from the mid 1800s, built by King Ferdinand II. It is completely over the top, with tons of colors and styles:  Islamic influences, Indian styles, and visions of medieval castles, all rolled into one.

Although it was clear in Lisbon and in the town of Sintra, the top of the mountain was enveloped in a thick fog. Since the sun was out lower down, I was confident it would burn off and give us magnificent views. So we got an hour-long audio tour of the castle, and wandered through the comfortably ornate interior. Since the castle was built on and incorporated an existing monastery, many of the rooms are normal-sized and more comfortable-seeming than opulent palaces like Versailles.

When we came back out from the interior, the fog was still swirling, but we walked the “wall walk” anyway, during which our audio guide rhapsodized about the views from the walls. They were still interesting, in a Brigadoon sort of way, with fleeting glimpses of the town below being swallowed up in fog.

It was about noon, so we grabbed some lunch in the cafeteria, and I was confident that while we ate, the fog would burn off. When we came out, the fog was still swirling. Pena Palace has extensive grounds with cobblestone paths (it is good to be king), and so I decided we should walk the lower-down grounds to give the fog time to burn off.

After a false start or two in trying to find any landmark other than the palace, we got situated. We found the queen’s fern garden, and from there we climbed though dense, vine-covered trees, with the fog drifting through it all. It was magical. Dubbs brought up the Lord of the Rings and Braveheart soundtracks on her phone for quiet atmosphere, and it suited perfectly. Every corner was a delightful surprise of nature and weather interacting in amazing ways. We found a small grotto where the monks would come for solo contemplation and prayer, and a view terrace favored by the queen. We couldn’t see anything but fog, but the sign post said she loved the view.

We finally climbed all the way to the highest point in the park, where there was a high cross erected. The views are spectacular. Or so we were told, since all we saw was fog. Still, the mystical quality imparted to the grounds by the fog was worth it. We headed all the way back down through the grounds, leaving two thirds of the grounds left unseen because of lack of time.

We next walked down the mountain a few minutes to the Moorish Castle. It was built by the Islamic Moors as an outpost to help defend Lisbon, and was conquered during the reconquest around 1100. It is a huge and impressive complex, with two well-defended hills connected by a wall. The castle inside the walls is so small as to have escaped our notice before we found it on a map – it is a keep tucked into one corner of the lower hill wall. But the wall and fortifications are remarkable. The castle is in excellent shape, as it was restored by King Ferdinand II as part of his palace complex, so the park would have a proper castle to look at. We wandered the walls from the smaller hill and up to the larger hill. The wind was blowing quite hard, and the fog was fairly thick on the larger hill, although the views from the smaller hill were quite good. It seems the fog had a strict elevation it stuck to.

We caught the bus back down, and then took the train back to Lisbon, getting back around 6:00. We ate supper near the train station, sitting outside in the windless, fog-free air. We then took the Metro and some trams around town in quest of crepes, failing on our first attempt, but finally finding an open place near Commerce Square. We walked back home, full, happy, and tired. It seems it takes at least twelve miles of walking to see the fogs of Sintra.

After a long day of touring yesterday, we slept in a little, finally getting launched around 9:30, and grabbing breakfast at a nearby cafe. Mer promised a much easier day today, and we started easily enough with grabbing a trolley heading west out of town. The trolley was ten minutes late, which meant it was very crowded, even at 10:00, with most of the passengers being tourists and heading where we were – St. Jerome’s Monastery in the nearby suburb of Belem.

St. Jerome’s Monastery was built around 1500 by King Manuel, and it is about three hundred yards long, with a large church on one side and the monastic halls stretching along from the church. You can tour the church for free, which meant it was fairly crowded. The church and halls are distinctive – the arches holding up the roof and the columns are shaped in the forms of ropes, and there are sea motifs all over. The church is large and airy feeling, especially for 1500. I liked the church well enough, but the cloister was lovely.

The cloister, probably based on the ten-euro entry fee, was far less crowded and much larger than the church, with a two-level portico built around a square. The entry fee also granted us access to the choir loft of the church, which offered better (and quieter) views of the church itself. Back out on the portico, we ran into some kind of play going on for a school group, with a devil (with horns), an angel, and several monks. We walked past the angel, who was sitting on a stepladder, and he smiled and nodded, since angels are friendly. These are the wacky, fun moments of travel.

After the monastery, we crossed through a park and under a busy road to the enormous Monument to the Discoveries, a huge concrete block carved roughly in the shape of a ship with great men (and one woman – a queen) carved upwards to the prow of the boat. It was originally built in 1940 for a World’s Fair, but the gypsum model was torn down and a replica was rebuilt in the 1960s. It is a lovely place to sit, with the 25th of April Bridge behind it (looking back toward town) or looking down river toward the Atlantic. You can pay a few euros to climb to the the 170-foot tall structure, which Dubbs and Mer did, while I stayed below soaking up the sun and people-watching. Mer said there was also an exhibit in the monument called “Red Atlantic” about the slave trade and the native peoples who were exploited during the age of exploration and colonization.

We had lunch in an Italian restaurant that looked out at the monument and river, along with the bridge and the statue of Christ. We decided for the more efficient way back into town, and so we skipped the trolley and took the real train back home, where we rested in the apartment for about half an hour, until 3:15.

Mer decided to continue to take it easy on us by having us tour by trolley. We rode the #28 trolley around for most if the evening, which is a trolley that meanders through Lisbon, going through many of the tourist-friendly areas (and a few less-touristed areas too). Our first stop was at the end of the #28 line, at a large cemetery. Mer and I like to go to cemeteries – they are interesting and usually in pretty places. This cemetery got off to a good start, with a group of four or five cats hanging out near the gates. The attendant at the the cemetery church would not let us in the church for some reason (maybe it was too close to closing time in thirty minutes), but we got to wander the impressive rows of mausoleums of some of Lisbon’s wealthy families. The monuments were tightly packed together, and for the most part were fancy and well kept. Several had glass in the front doors, so you could see the coffins and the photos or flowers placed by the family. On the way out, we saw a momma kitty and her three kittens, so that made us smile.

We took #28 down to Estrela Basilica, a large church that allowed you to climb up to the roof (for a small fee). The views of the surrounding area were fine, and if you dared, you could go into the dome of the church and look down to the church floor. Meredith and Dubbs dared, while I got very interested in the outside of the dome. The inside of the church was clear of statues and columns, but the ceilings were painted in geometric patterns. They had chants playing on the speaker system, which was wonderfully atmospheric. We sat and contemplated or prayed, and then crossed the street to another fine Lisbon park, to use the restroom.

We rode #28 to the other terminus, which was in a fairly tourist-free area, so after a few minutes of searching for a restaurant, we gave up and got back on the #28 to go back to a crepe shop we had seen. We found out, as we walked in at 7:10, that it closed at 7:00. We tried a couple more places, but they were not appealing, until we finally found a friendly little place where the waiter spoke excellent English. There was a tiny old Spanish lady in one corner, and an Italian mother and child in the other. It was cozy, and the portions were unusually large, especially for Europe. It was a fun experience.

#28 took us back into town, where we got off at a lively square rocking out to a small group of drums and saxophones. We ducked into a bakery for dessert, where I was charmed by the girl behind the counter – she was energetic and friendly and had an adorable accent. From there, we walked a few minutes home.

Mer made good on her promise of taking it easier today – only 6.8 miles of walking!

Sometimes, the touristic journey of 29,700 steps starts with one misstep. We started today heading out a little after 9:00, and after a little searching, we found a bakery down by the river so we could have rolls by the water. So far so good. It was a perfect day – all sun and comfortable temperatures, and it was a beautiful spot to eat breakfast. Meredith was sitting on the sea wall while Dubbs and I sat on a nearby bench. At least until Hitchcock showed up and twenty seagulls swooped in on Meredith to add to her group of pigeons. That made her retreat back to the bench, and that is when we realized she had sat in some seagull guano on the seawall. So, back to the apartment we went so she could change clothes. Then we set off to the bottom of the hill that our apartment was on, before Mer realized she had forgotten her guidebook. I volunteered to go back for it.

So it was we got underway about 10:00 or so. At the airport, we had bought “Lisboa Cards.” These cards get you discounts or free entries to various places around town, and they give you free access to buses, subways, and trams. We walked back to the train station, where we picked up a Metro train to take out to Edward VII Park. Oddly, rush hour in Lisbon seems to last until 10:30 promptly, when our train went from crowded to almost empty.

Edward VII Park was named for the English king who visited here in the early 1900s. It is a park located at the end of the boulevard we had seen last night, and we wanted to walk from the park down the boulevard. The park is excellent – there are still-flowering trees, well manicured lawns, monuments, a (currently turned off) fountain, and a huge building that may have been a palace at one point, but today was hosting a convention on power (of the electrical kind, not the kingly kind). The main park section was open and gave great views all the way down to the river.

We stopped by a huge monument to the man who helped rebuild Lisbon after most of it was destroyed after a 1755 earthquake. It also had a fountain that was turned off. I’m not sure if the fountains get turned off from thrift or fear of freezing, but it was a small shame that there was no water in the ones we saw.

The boulevard was very pleasant, heavily lined with trees and shops. We took advantage of the latter by swinging in to a cafe to buy a hot chocolate for me so we would have a legitimate reason to use the bathroom. Rest stops like that are surprisingly important when touring, so you need to be strategic about them. Never pass up a free WC!

Mer started our official walking tour with a slight non-walking cheat – she took the funicular (uphill train) up to the Bairro Alto area above the main town. Dubbs and I walked up because we got tired of waiting for the tram and wanted to keep moving so things did not stiffen up from inaction. Portugal is built on and around seven hills, and so there are neighborhoods to explore that require changing elevation.

The Bairro Alto funicular stopped at a park at the top with great views of lower Lisbon and the bay. The very best viewpoint was under construction and so was fenced off, but it still had “a pleasant aspect,” as it were. We wandered the hill neighborhood until we came to a former monastery that had been converted to a beer hall. The inside walls were covered in tiles depicting scenes (the older ones dedicated to God, the newer ones dedicated to beer), and it seemed like an ideal place to have lunch.

After the earthquake of 1755, the town was rebuilt, but the town left the ruins of a convent intact as a monument, and this was our next destination. They have also added a small archaeology museum that is eclectic, to say the least, with religious objects saved from monasteries, to a small library, to three mummies, to a display on excavations of a nearby mound. The real jewel was the convent, though. The ribs of the vaulted ceiling held up only sky, and it was hauntingly beautiful. Meredith pointed out accurately that she loved how the place inspired an awed hush – people were talking in low tones, if at all.

Since Lisbon is situated on some serious inclines, people have designed ways to deal with elevation. The funiculars are an obvious choice, and have been around since the late 1800s. They also have multiple elevators, including an iron one built around 1900. It is reminiscent of the Eiffel Tower, and in addition has an observation deck on top of the elevator shaft, which is accessed by a tightly winding spiral staircase. Since it was free to Lisboa Card holders, I went up, even though I knew I probably would not like the height. I was right, but I did stay for about two minutes before beating a hasty retreat back down to the safety of the enclosed elevator level.

The top of the elevator is near a major shopping street, so we checked that out, which included a stop off at a gelato shop (Italian ice cream). The street itself had a few street performers and the cafes spilled out onto the street, so it was a festive place to walk down and back up.

We finished our walking tour by heading over to the Miradouro de Santa Catarina square, which also had grand views of the downtown. There was also a statue of a large humanoid monster that represented the Cape of Good Hope, which was treacherous. A small bronze man, representing Portuguese explorers, was staring it down along with a resident pigeon.

We made our way back to a funicular that we took down a long, gentle slope. Until the street seemed to disappear – the hill had suddenly gotten roller-coaster steep. It stopped at the bottom, and we found ourselves one block from the apartment, where we took advantage of it for a half-hour rest and snooze-fest before heading out on scenic walk number two around 4:30.

We headed back to the river and along it to Commerce Square. Since we had to pass under the huge arch on the land side of the square, and it was free on our Lisboa Cards, we decided to go up to the top of it. It was close to sunset, and the views were quite good, especially for being in the valley. There was a commanding view of the square, and the views of the shopping street behind the arch and surrounding areas were fine. We got to see the sculpture on top up close and appreciate how huge it is.

From the arch, we walked a short distance to an elevator, which took us up to a road, which after a short walk took us to another elevator, which emptied us out on a street which we could climb (up) to the castle. The castle and grounds were about to close, so we did not bother paying to go in, but we were able to wander inside the neighborhood inside the old walls, which is where the rich lived to be close to the king. Now it is filled with shops and restaurants and small homes of middle class people, which made it a good place to amble.

We left the ramparts behind, heading down through narrow streets. We lit upon a cute little square that had a restaurant with outdoor seating, so we had supper there. Mer asked for tap water to drink and the waiter shook his head no, but we laughed when at the end of the meal he brought Mer a small plastic bottle of spring water – it was very kind of him.

We were now at the top of the Alfama neighborhood, which is a cluster of houses and apartments that were not destroyed in the earthquake, and so the narrow, twisting streets still exist. We started from a pair of squares with excellent views of the valley, and then proceeded down stairs and streets, back down to the river. Mer then announced, at the unbelievably late hour of 8:00, that she had one more place to go see, so we found a Metro stop and took a couple of trains out to the Parque das Nacoes, a site where Lisbon hosed Expo 98 for 150-plus countries back in 1998.

But that is not what we saw when we came out of the train station. We were confronted with a large three-story mall, designed with nautical themes and flanked by luxury apartments that were shaped like sails. I was a bit surprised by Mer taking us to a mall, since she is not a shopper, but then she explained the mall and train station (which was funky with arches and tree-like supports) were both designed by a famous architect, who also designed the newest bridge in Venice, Italy, which we had seen.

We walked through the mall, and enjoyed the elevator, which had a TV monitor that gave you your elevation, and when we went below sea level by a few meters, it “plunged” us under the ocean on the screen. Nice touch for an elevator.

Behind the mall was the park, which is vast, and largely covered over by cobblestones and buildings from the Expo. We walked along the row of flags of the countries that had attended, then along the river, and ended near the new huge bridge across the Tagus. From there, we made our way back to the Metro, two trains to the central station, and by foot back home. The total walking for the day was about 29,700 steps, or 15.4 miles. It was also past 10:00. We were quite ready for bed.

After the great success of the Thanksgiving trip to Paris last year, we decided we should take another trip with our friend Ami (“Dubbs”). We looked long and hard at Barcelona, but in the end we could not get a direct flight there, so we started to look at alternatives. Amsterdam came up, but by far the cheapest flight was to Lisbon, Portugal. We decided that going somewhere none of us had ever been before was attractive, and the fact that Lisbon in late November tends to be in the high 60’s and low 70’s helped the decision along. Lisbon it was.

As always, we flew out of Toronto. Toronto is a bit of a pain due to the the six-hour drive, but the cost of airline tickets is about half that of tickets out of any U.S. airport, and they have lots of direct flights to Europe, which we prefer; it reduces complexity when you don’t have to worry abut connecting flights.

Our flight was scheduled to leave at 9:15, so I figured three hours at the airport (in case security was backed up), a six-hour drive, and two extra hours for traffic or a backup at the Canadian border. So, we got up at 7:00 am and Dubbs picked us up at 10:00 am. We were off! We made good time, even with stopping for a quick lunch, and so we got to the border slightly ahead of schedule. We got in line, but when we were second to go, the line stopped moving, and then they eventually closed our lane. Happily, Dubbs is a…persuasive…driver, and we got over to the next lane, and so got through the border in under twenty minutes total.

There were no traffic issues, and so we were parked and unloading by 4:00, right on schedule. We took the train to the airport, walked up to the counter to see about checking bags, and discovered that they could not take bags until three hours before the flight, or 5:15. Ooops. We found chairs and puttered around for an hour, and then checked our bags.

The security line looked long, but then I realized it was just a back-up for the first checkpoint, where they check your passport and boarding passes. They checked mine, and then asked me to step aside for a random chemical swab test, so all three of us waited for them to do the test, which I passed. Being Canadian, the security person was very polite, and then told us to take the NEXUS (pre-approved) fast lane through security. We breezed past a half-hour wait (or more).

As a result, we got to out gate at 6:00, a little over three hours early. These things happen when you travel with a Riordan. We grabbed supper, and then sat near the gate, reading and grading papers. On top of our being there early, the flight got in to Toronto late, so our outgoing flight was delayed by about an hour. I guess we could have slept in until 7:15 instead of 7:00.

The flight was less than half full, so after we were in the air I got to try stretching out across a middle row of three seats to try to sleep. It turns out that folding a six-foot frame into a four-foot space is challenging, especially when the seats are designed as seats and not as a bed. Still, I was able to sleep fitfully for about four hours of the six-and-a-half-hour flight. The flight itself was a tad bumpy a couple of times, but it was fine and smooth most of the time.

We got good views of the coast as we flew in, and the land was splashed with sunshine. We knew it was supposed to be warm sunshine, but it is hard to process that when you leave Toronto in a forty-degree rain. The palm trees we saw outside the airport helped convince us.

We had to wait over forty minutes for the airport bus to take us downtown, which was a bit of a drag, since we knew it was delaying our napping time. As we got on the bus, Dubbs accidentally whacked a woman in the nose with her backpack, and in the ensuing apologies, we got to chatting with the whacked woman, who turned out to be a nice older woman from Bath, England. It was an odd way to meet someone, but she was a lot of fun to chat with.

We got off the bus in a large square right on the huge tidal river of the city, the Tejo (Tagus) River. It is wide enough in Lisbon that I thought it was a small bay. We made our way to our apartment for the week, about a ten-minute walk, and grabbed a three-hour nap. Mer wanted a quick shower afterwards, so we were ready to go explore Lisbon around 5:00.

Mer wanted to follow a walking tour laid out in our Lisbon tour guide, which was written by the always-present Rick Steves. That got us started back in the square facing the river, just at sunset, overlooking the huge bridge across the water, and with the Brazil-like Christ statue looking down over the town from the hill on the far side. It was spectacular. Lisbon agreed – the place was packed, but in a low-key, taking-it-easy sort of way. We walked along the river to get to the real start of our walking tour, the huge Commerce Square.

Commerce Square was a main entrance to the city from the river at one point, and the square is the biggest we saw today, but the people of Lisbon do not hang out in it much. There was activity, with cafes and taxi stands and bus stops and such, but it was not a place people were lingering. There was a packed restaurant sitting on one corner, and as we were getting ready to leave the square, I saw a cafe. We checked it out as a place to eat, and it was very agreeable – good food and lots of outside seats facing the square. We loved sitting outside on November 19th. Life seems very good when you are eating outside on a European square.

After supper, the tour continued. We walked up the main shopping district, which is pedestrian only, and we saw several street performers, including a man playing musical saws, and an excellent cello player. We grabbed some dessert from a store, and ate it on the steps of a church on a small square just off the shopping district. We crossed a couple of more good-sized squares, got to see the Moorish-inspired facade of the train station, ducked into a very swanky hotel where we got to hear a piano player in the lounge, and finished off walking along part of the Lisbon imitation of Paris’ Champs-Élysées – a large boulevard lined by shops and trees. After that, we headed back home, a walk of about a mile, getting back around 8:00. Getting in a four-hour touring day on the first day, especially with the sunset and dinner on the square, was wonderful.