Two days in Lisbon

by | Oct 28, 2024 | Uncategorized

After the cruise (besides the day it took to drive down), we planned to spend three extra days in Lisbon. Each day had one major planned event or tour, and the rest of the day was spent either seeing sights or nursing a cold. I have decided that since we were in Lisbon before (if you missed it, just search Lisbon) last December, I didn’t need to take as many photos. With daylight savings time here in Portugal still in effect until Sunday morning, taking an “early morning, pre-dawn photo walk meant missing breakfast and being late for a tour.

Before I get into what we did, I want to say a couple of things about the hotel we are staying in: the Hotel Portugal. We stayed here last December and really loved it. I can honestly say that after four nights here this time, I don’t think I would come back. The first time we were here, we had their basic room, and it was on the first floor (the lobby is on floor zero, as in most European countries). This time, we are on the third floor but at the very end of the hotel. This is an upgraded room. A little bigger and nicer. The only problem is that this hotel sits on top of the subway. So, about every 15 minutes, a train runs under it. In the first-floor room, we were in the center of the hotel, and we barely felt the train. In this room, at the end of the hotel, even in a third-floor room, we are truly feeling it. You would think a 737 was taking off next door every time a subway train runs by. They have also changed their superb (and included) breakfast from a table service to a buffet. I liked the old way better. I can still recommend this hotel, but they should have a warning on the rooms at the end that the noise would be much louder. By the third night, we had gotten used to it, but it was still a pain. Right now (I am writing this at 5:00 a.m.) no cars. They don’t start until around 6:00.

Day one—Lunch at TimeOut Market and a Fado Show

Our only plans for our first full day in Lisbon were to have a late lunch at the TimeOut Market and to attend a Fado show that night. In case you weren’t around for our first Lisbon trip, Fado is the national music of Portugal. Think of it as historical blues performed by two guitars and a singer. When we were here in December, we did a show that did not turn out well because of circumstances we weren’t prepared for. This time, we thought if everyone else wanted to try a show, we knew how to work it this time.

First, you have a big and late lunch. Because a Fado show is a dinner show, you will not even get in until 8:00 p.m., and by the time they take your order, get you wine and bring the appetizers, it will be close to 9:00. In December, we had done lunch at noon, and by the time the food came we were starving. Also, we didn’t plan well on our previous trip because we had done it our last night in Lisbon when we were flying out early the next morning, so we spent the entire show looking at our watches and finally cut out early as we had to be up to go to the airport a few hours later. This time, we went on a night when we didn’t have anything to do the next morning until our food tour at 11:00 a.m. (more about that later) so we could sleep in. We tried a different Fado Show at a place called A Severa. It was better than the other place but not by much. The service was better, but you are really paying for the show (which is free, but you must buy at least $45 of food and drink per person). The performances were good. You got your appetizers; they sang four songs. You got your entrées, they sang four songs. You got your dessert, and they sang four more. We made it through the entrée group before we had to bail because two of our party had those nasty colds and needed rest and to stop coughing. But it was just fine. It’s the kind of thing you need to experience once when you are here. So if you come, I can recommend this place.

But I forgot to tell you about lunch. We decided to go for a 2:00 p.m. lunch at the TimeOut Market. Think of this market as a HUGE mall food court. Restaurant booths with all kinds of food are all around a gigantic room with tables in the middle. Sounds great, right? Well, not so much at 2:00 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon. After Ubering over in two cars, we walked all the way around the perimeter of the room and found not a single place to sit for anyone, let alone six people together. The entire place was packed. You could barely move. We bailed. Crowds are no longer our thing. No food was worth fighting that. But the lunch gods were with us. I looked on Google Maps for a restaurant nearby, and it showed me a Lebanese restaurant called Mankooche. We all love Lebanese food, so I said I would go and scout it out while the others waited.

The only problem was I couldn’t find the restaurant. I walked back and forth on the street where it should have been, and Google Maps kept telling me, “You have arrived,” but I hadn’t. I could not find it. Finally, I walked a whole block past where Google Maps said it was, and when I returned to meet up with the group, I saw a small signboard with an arrow that said, “Secret Lebanese restaurant through this door.” Really. So we went in, and the food, service and ambiance were perfect. Just incredible. One of our best lunches of the trip. So, if you come to Lisbon and get knocked out of the TimeOut Market due to the crowds, this is the place you want. Hard to find but amazing. Here are some pics I took during that day. Captions will explain. No phones, please.

Day 2—A food tour with Fred

The one thing we couldn’t wait to do when we came back to Lisbon was to do another food tour with Fred from Eating Europe. We had done a different tour with Fred last December (he is a little scruffier now), and we had LOVED IT! So, we wanted to take the rest of our group on a tour to have a chance to experience Fred. His real name is Frederico, and by day, he is a humble food tour guide who has a vast knowledge of Lisbon and true culinary expertise. However, his real secret is that at night, he works as a stand-up comic. This means that besides great food and great info, you get hilarious laughs. I could tell you a lot more, but why bother? This is a MUST-DO if you come to Lisbon. Contact Eating Europe, choose any of their tours and specify that you HAVE TO TOUR WITH FRED! You will not regret it. That’s all I need to say. The food was great and included five stops for some of the best food we have had on the trip. Most voted at the end for the grilled chorizo at the first place we visited as their favorite food, not counting the pastries we had as dessert to finish the tour. But forget the food—this tour is about the amazing Fred, who loves food and his city.

That covers our first and second days in Lisbon (except I forgot to mention that Kathleen missed Fred because her cold was so bad ?). Our third and last day will be in the next post because we visited the amazing Pena Palace in Sintra, and I have a BUNCH of photos. Stay tuned. We are off to London for the first leg of our trip home and I will probably get that one done tonight.

Comedy has to be based on truth. You take the truth and you put a little curlicue at the end.   —Sid Caesar

Heading South to Lisbon

by | Oct 27, 2024 | Uncategorized

You know, after we were here last December, I tried to never type Lisbon again and go with the local Portuguese version, Lisboa. But since the s makes a sh sound in Portuguese, and Fatima (the worst guide in history) kept saying it again and again…so often that I can still hear her in my head…we are back to using Lisbon.

But that said, our last day on the Viking Torgil came all too quickly, and we wished her amazing crew goodbye and headed south to Lisbon. Mike has arranged a driver and guide who would take us south and give us a tour, all at the same time, which we thought was an awesome idea. The only problem was that the guide Mike arranged it with got diverticulitis and wound up in the hospital two days before they were supposed to pick us up. But the guide let Mike know that the driver would pick us up and take us to the two places we had planned on going to and get us to our hotel in Lisbon.

Our driver, Samir, met us at EXACTLY 8:30 a.m. just outside the ship, and we loaded up our bags and headed out to Batalha, the site of a massive battle in 1385 that was a major force in Portuguese independence. So after the war, in a tiny little village next to the battlefield, they built a vast cathedral. It’s really a big one. Since Mike had never met a cathedral he didn’t love, we had to see it. I have to say that I was genuinely impressed. Especially considering the size of the town it is in. And it is very well preserved. Here are the pics to prove it. Oh, one more thing. There was a group of kids (probably 8-10 years old) waiting for a tour at the front door of the cathedral. My first thought was, “How boring is that going to be for a kid that age.” Then, out stepped a docent/actor in medieval dress who started the tour. Once inside, it was picked up by another actor wearing a costume from the 1700s. Both of them kept those kids enthralled. Their faces were so wonderful that I had to keep shooting them, so I apologize in advance for so many photos of them. Don’t forget; if you click the first shot, you can scroll through with your arrow keys or by swiping. And PLEASE…don’t look at my photography on a phone. Please…

After we visited Batalha, we returned to the van and headed to Nazaré. This charming little beach town is the site of those monster waves you may have seen in YouTube videos. Click the link to see a 100-foot wave recorded there a few years ago. It is truly amazing. You can search for others. Just know they are huge. But don’t get the impression that we saw one of those. They are only around in storm season (later in the year) and we were there on a beautiful, sunny day. But we did get to stop in the original village and then headed down to the seaside resort for a delicious lunch. Here are photos I took while in both places. Don’t forget; if you click the first shot, you can scroll through with your arrow keys or by swiping.

After our lunch in Nazaré, it only took Samir about two hours to have us just outside our hotel (Hotel Portugal) in downtown Lisbon. We stayed there last December and have fond memories. Great breakfasts, comfortable rooms, etc. More about the changes at the hotel will be discussed in tomorrow’s post. In the meantime, after we grabbed something in the bar to snack on, Kathleen (whose cold was getting worse) went up to bed, and I went off to take sunset photos. Here are a few of the best I took. Enjoy…

That pretty much covers our day, which started in Porto and ended in Lisbon. It was a great but very long day of travel for us older folks. I hope you enjoyed it. I’ll be back tomorrow with more from Lisbon.

I like to dream about Portugal, and it’s less easy when you are there.  —Maria de Medeiros

Lisbon on Steroids

by | Oct 18, 2024 | Uncategorized

Allow me to explain the headline. The photos you see above are pictures of our tour guide both yesterday and, sadly, today. This is Fatima. She is living proof that the Viking guides with talking problems are not limited to the Mediterranean. Long-time readers of this blog know that back in 2022, we did a 21-night cruise with Viking Ocean from Athens to Barcelona. During that cruise, I often complained that it seemed like our guides were being paid by the number of words they spoke. 

But last Christmas, we did our first Viking River cruise and did not experience the same problem. All our guides were excellent, and they knew they didn’t have to keep up a constant monologue throughout our entire tour. Our guides on that cruise were some of our best ever. The same was true about our Viking guides on our Norway cruise in June. They were awesome. 

Fatima, on this tour, never stopped talking. Those of you who know me personally know that I can be quite a talker. In comparison to Fatima, I am a lousy amateur. And her voice is shrill. Imagine having your tour led by Minnie Mouse with a slightly deeper voice and much more volume than Minnie would ever use. And that person was in your earbud talking to you. No matter how much you turned down the volume…it was shrill.

Right now, I am writing this on a bus that is taking us from Lisbon north to Porto, where we will meet our river boat. Fatima is on board and has not stopped talking since the bus started moving. She is on a microphone, so you can’t avoid her even with headphones in your ears. Not only has she not stopped talking, but she hasn’t even taken a breath, and we have been driving for 20 minutes. If this is my last post of the trip, it’s because I have been talked to death. 

But back to yesterday (Thursday—on this trip, it’s hard to remember what day it is). We awoke to some rain, but by the time we had breakfast and boarded our “luxury motor coach” for our tour, the sun was out, and it was a beautiful day for the rest of the day (except for in my ears). 

I do need to say something about the “luxury motor coach.” I often make fun of the buses we ride on because they never call them buses; they are always “luxury motor coaches.” But this one really is a LUXURY MOTOR COACH. It is built to hold 51 seats but has only 38. I can actually sit in a regular seat on this bus and cross my legs. It’s amazing. There is WiFi, power, and so much more. The seats are very comfortable, and they recline without killing the person behind you. And because there are only 120 people on a Duoro River cruise (small locks make for small boats), we have four buses taking us north with only 120 people between them. That’s why I can write this while we are moving. I have half a row to myself. And there is room for me to hold a laptop and type comfortably. Amazing!

Another great thing is that these are actual Viking buses, not charters, and they will be with us all week. As we float up and back down the river, they will drive the roads along the river to meet us at our next stop and take us on shore tours. That’s impressive. 

Our day yesterday started in the village of Belém. It is the home of the pasteis de Belém (the amazing Portuguese custard tart) and our destination, the Jerónimos Monastery. We arrived at the monastery before it opened and got into a long line of groups who would tour ahead of us. We waited about 45 minutes until the monastery opened, and our group was the fifth one in the group, so that wasn’t too bad. What was kind of a disappointment was the monastery itself. When you go in, you can really only see a big courtyard. Yes, this courtyard has two levels, and you can go up to the second level. As we walked around the courtyard, Fatima kept up a running patter about everything we saw, from the walls to the ceiling to the doors. She did her best to ensure we knew everything we were viewing. I know she did her best because she repeated most of what she told us two or three times. 

Once we had circled the courtyard and been in both small rooms on either side, that was it. We were back out on the sidewalk. As a public service, I wanted to walk up the line of the people who were waiting up to two hours to get in and paying almost 20 euros, saying, “IT ISN’T WORTH IT!” but Kathleen wouldn’t let me.

So we were back on the bus and headed to our next stop, the Belém Tower. I had been to see the Tower (which is truly impressive—see the photos) during our December visit. The Tower itself had not changed—it’s been the same since 1515. What had changed was the number of people swarming around it. Fatima told us that October is still the high season in Portugal, which accounts for the massive number of travelers everywhere we look. When I came to take photos in December, I was almost by myself. Yesterday, there were hundreds, if not more. Days like this make me understand why there is such an anti-tourism movement in so many parts of Europe. We totally get it, and this is our last planned trip to Europe for now. 

I did get some great photos of the Tower, but I had to work hard (at least Adobe’s AI engine did) to remove most of them from my photos ?. Let’s take a break and take a look. Don’t forget; if you click the first shot, you can scroll through with your arrow keys or by swiping. And PLEASE…don’t look at my photography on a phone. Please…

By the way, it is now 20 minutes later, and she is still talking. She did take a rest for a few minutes, but that was it. Another thing that she needs to consider is that she says some things that people might find offensive. I don’t care what anyone says, but she has used the word “Christ” a few times as an expletive. That’s offensive to some people. And she spent much time yesterday complaining about people who have driven the prices of housing up in Lisbon, going on and on about “rich people,” not thinking about the fact that, in all likelihood, if a person is on a Viking cruise, they would easily fit into her definition of “rich people.” She spent time decrying people who could afford to live in “million-dollar homes” when most of us already do. 

Getting back to yesterday, after we visited the Tower, we drove around the city for about half an hour before heading back to the hotel, where we got lunch in one of their three restaurants. This time, we tried Soul Garden. According to their website, it is the home of “Asian-Mexican” cuisine. I’m not sure I have ever heard that combo before, but we loved the outdoor seating area and thought the menu looked interesting. it worked out well as lunch was so good, so we came back and had a bunch of appetizers for dinner. 

Most of our party took naps during the afternoon, but I decided I owed it to my loyal followers to go out and walk to take pictures. And here’s what I got. Enjoy! Don’t forget; if you click the first shot, you can scroll through with your arrow keys or by swiping. And you know how I feel about people that look at my photography on a phone.

Fatima update: We stopped for a “comfort break,” Now she is talking about Spain and Belgium. WTH does that have to do with Portugal? I am sitting on the aisle at the very back of the bus, and she is facing forward, talking to the windshield with her arms going a mile a minute as she speaks. Did I say speaks? I meant as she yells. We are now getting a lesson in romance languages. We are now getting a lesson on the sounds you only hear in Portugal. It sounds exactly like I do when trying to clear my throat…when I have a nasty cold. Half an hour later, she is still talking. OMG. Everything is how the people in Portugal are the best people in the world, and everything in Portugal is the best in the world. I guess the rest of us are chopped liver.

Right now, she is explaining why parents in Portugal are better than their counterparts around the rest of the world because they don’t put crisps in their schoolchildren’s lunches. Seriously. She is having a conversation with the people directly behind her in full voice on an open microphone, so we all have to listen to her. This is literally torture. It’s sad that the one thing most of us will remember the most from our bus ride to Porto is this woman yelling at us.

I thought I was done with my Victor Mildrew act (hello to my Brit friends), but we just had another patented Viking “fun time.” This is where, in the pouring rain, Viking stops in the middle of a town, tells you that you HAVE to exit the bus, drops you there for an hour or so, and tells you this is “free time.” So there we are, walking around in the rain, getting soaked, all so we don’t get to the University (where we will see a special library) at the same time as any of our other buses. I understand, but why did we have to get out of the bus and walk around in the pouring rain? When I asked Fatima what we were supposed to do for 75 minutes in the pouring rain when Kathleen needed to sit down sometime during that time, she said, “I don’t know. That’s not my problem.”

After our 75-minute walk in the rain (we bought a coffee to have a place to sit), we returned and headed to the Biblioteca Joanina at the University of Coimbra. This is truly a beautiful library, but for me, it was spoiled when our excellent (sarcasm-intended) guide insulted me by calling me out for taking photos in an area designated “no photography.” The problem was that I wasn’t taking pictures, and she called me out on it while speaking to the entire group on our audio devices. So I looked like one of those asshat Americans you hear about. I had my BIG camera at my waist (not holding it up to my face); she looked at me and said, in a very loud voice and on the audio system, “No pictures! You can’t do that!” I turned to her and asked her how dare she speak to me that way. I was in no way taking photos. My camera was pointed down. From that point on, I was the bad guy.

I believe she had a chip on her shoulder about me because I asked her what we could do for an hour in the rain. She was condescending to Kathleen when we told her that Kathleen would not be able to walk up or down the set of stairs to enter the library. All she needed to say was that there was a handicapped entrance (where a local guide helped her in and to sit down while we climbed up and down stairs), but she knew how much I did not appreciate her and had to take it out on my bride.

OK, there were some really good things we liked on the ride north. We stopped for a nice lunch in Coimbra, which was very good for a banquet-style lunch. They included an excellent Fado (the traditional music of Portugal) performance. It’s much better than the one Kathleen and I had seen in Lisbon last December. We are now back on the bus and on our way to the ship. Thankfully, our dear Fatima will be returning to Lisbon and is not a guide we must put up with for the rest of the cruise. And here are the photos I took today. Look at ’em any way you want. Phone, computer, tablet, I don’t care. That’s how ticked off I am right now.

Help! She’s talking, and she won’t shut up.    —Me, about our Viking guide Fatima in both Lisbon and all the way to Porto

 

Pissed off in Portugal

by | Oct 16, 2024 | Uncategorized

So we just arrived in Portugal, one of my new favorite countries, but I am not ticked off at the entire country, just their bleeping national airline, TAP-Air Portugal. Why am I so ticked off? Because, as I mentioned in a previous post, I have requested wheelchair assistance for Kathleen on all our flights. Today, we were with TAP, and as soon as we checked in at the Madrid airport, they sent us to a little room where a woman rudely waved at us for about five minutes before acknowledging that we were even standing there. Then she told Kathleen that we would have to wait 20-30 minutes until someone with a wheelchair could come and take her to the gate. She had to sit in a very crowded and tiny waiting area until someone came to take her to the plane. It got so bad that she texted me (there was not enough room for me to sit there with her, but I was nearby but out of sight just outside the room where she was) that maybe she should walk. And it didn’t help that the other four in our party were texting how much they were enjoying the Priority Pass Lounge and its many amenities.

After about half an hour, we finally got someone to take us to the gate. Thank god she had not elected to walk, as it was pretty far out in the terminal and would have just killed her knee. The gentleman who took her out there got us to the gate and left us about a 90-minute wait because our plane was delayed.

But this wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was when we landed in Lisbon. They met us on the jetway just outside the door to the plane. Four people needed wheelchair assistance, including their respective spouses and partners. When all four were off the plane, we were led down the jetway to a (are you ready for this?) freakin’ staircase. They took people who needed wheelchairs down a set of stairs. It was a pretty long set of stairs. Are these people idiots? All four of the folks made it down, but (from the looks on their faces) it was pretty painful. I know it didn’t help Kathleen’s knee at all. Just the day before in Segovia, she had avoided every stair. Then, I made the arrangements for a wheelchair, and they made her walk down a flight of steps. The two people who accompanied us kept saying, “Sorry…it’s not my fault.” Then who the hell’s fault is it? I will NEVER fly TAP Air again. They are total dumb ass idiots. I can’t wait until we fly home from this airport with British Air and see how they handle it. That should be fun.

Then we get to the hotel (we are staying at the Corinthian in Lisbon—which is not our choice but Vikings) and go up to our room, and the bathroom stinks to high heaven. It’s like the person who cleaned the room took a massive…well, you get the picture. Luckily, when the bellman brought our luggage up, we asked him to smell it and see what he thought. He pretty much turned green and immediately got us a new room. We did appreciate that, but I was already ticked about the flight, so this just pissed me off a little more.

I am also not very thrilled at Viking’s choice of hotels. Not because it is a bad hotel. It’s very lovely. But it is out by the airport and a very long way from downtown, where there are places and things to do. And we are here for two nights before we transfer to Porto via “luxury motor coach” with only a three-hour excursion tomorrow. Other than that, we must take a cab/Uber/Bolt into downtown to do anything. The real problem with that is if Kathleen wants to come along and her knee or neuropathy kicks up, she has to come back out here and can only join us later for dinner if I go out and get her. It’s just not a good situation. Not to mention the noise of jets taking off and landing outside our windows.

Thankfully, when we return from the cruise and stay for four days on our own, we will be at our choice of hotel, The Hotel Portugal. We stayed there last December, and it is right in the heart of the city and in the middle of everything you want to see. It’s not a big chain like this, but an excellent little boutique hotel. Mike found it four years ago when he stayed in Lisbon with his son. I am genuinely looking forward to being back in the center of Lisboa.

So, thanks for sticking with me as I rant. It really helps me calm down because when they asked my bride to walk down those stairs, I wanted to throw the smarmy woman, who kept saying it wasn’t her fault and there was nothing she could do, down them first.

PS: I have written to TAP Air via their website complaint form. I will let you know if I even get a response. Thank god they didn’t ask her to walk UP some stairs.

Get mad, then get over it.  —Colin Powell

Back to Europe next week…

by | Oct 3, 2024 | Uncategorized

It’s been a while, but I wanted to let you know to get ready for a plethora of posts as we leave for Europe a week from today. I know—we are going to Europe again. In our defense, when we were there in June, we were just up north in Scotland, England and Norway. This time, we will be heading south to Spain and Portugal.

Last October, we sailed on Oceania’s Vista from Montreal to Miami. On that trip, we were joined by our good friends Mike and Cathy from Wellington, Florida, my brother Steve and his wonderful bride Jamie from San Juan Capistrano, California and our good buddy Jocelyn Hartwell from Chelan, Washington. Sadly, Jocelyn won’t be joining us for this adventure, but the six of us (Mike, Cathy, Steve, Jamie, Kathleen and I) will all be back together. (Just an aside, Mike and I were talking about three months ago that we should always vacation together in October, so next year, we are cruising the Columbia River, and in October 2026, we will cruise the Great Lakes.)

As I mentioned, a week from tonight, we will board British Airways flight 48 from here in Seattle, non-stop to London Heathrow, where we will have about three and a half hours to either rush or relax (depending on how late our flight from Seattle is) before we head south to Madrid, Spain. Although we have been to Spain before, all our visits have been on the Mediterranean coast, where we have visited Tarragona, Barcelona, Málaga and Valencia. But this will be our first time in Spain’s capital.

We are in Madrid from October 11 until the 16th. During our stay, besides seeing Madrid, we will go on day trips to Segovia and Toledo. Since we are traveling with the king of shore excursions and tours, Mike Preisman, we will be on some of the best tours in all of the Iberian peninsula.

After five full days in Madrid, we will catch a plane to hop over the mountains to Lisbon, Portugal. From the time we land there and for the next ten days, we will fully enter the world of Viking River Cruises. We will spend two nights in Lisbon and then board a “luxury motor coach” for a ride north to Portugal’s second city, Porto, where we will board the Viking Torgil for a six-night cruise up and then back down the Douro River. From the riverboat, we will do excursions to Salamanca, Spain, as well as Regua, Barca d’Alva, Pinhão and Lamego, Portugal. (See the map above–you can click on it to enlarge it) We are sure to have fun, food and a great time!

After we are off the cruise in Porto, we are taking a private airporter-type coach south and back to Lisbon, where we will spend another four days at one of our favorite hotels—Hotel Portugal (really original name ?). On the 29th, we will board a flight back up to London Heathrow, where we will spend the night at an airport hotel before flying home the next day. So this means we are gone from the 10th to the 30th! It will not be quite as long as last June, but it will still be long enough for us to have a great time.

This post tells you only a bit because I plan to blog as often as possible. So get ready for another bunch of posts with photos. Of course, as always, my posts will be totally dependent on Wi-Fi. That means good coverage when we are in hotels and, who knows, what we will get on the boat.

In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.  —Federico Garcia Lorca