From my travel journal:
Lisbon is more magnificent than the picture I drew of her in my pre-trip imagination. There is an elegance in the buildings and iron fixtures on the streets. A quiet fineness in the tiles that shine in the sun under a wide blue sky.
Can you seriously imagine street after street lined with tile covered buildings? The variety and patterns were dizzying. Sitting on the trams and busses watching them blur by, intoxicating.
The old trams wind and twist their way through impossibly steep streets. Sometimes the buildings are inches away. With our metro passes we rode more public transportation than any previous trip. Some people like to go to museums or go shopping on vacation. We like to ride buses. We LOVE to ride trams.
Did I mention boats? Boats are good too! From my travel journal:
3:55 pm On board the Fantasia Transtejo heading in unknown direction along the Lisbon Coast towards the Golden Gate look-alike Ponte 25 de Abril. We started on top floor but moved downstairs to this less crowded far more fabulous deck with large red-velour covered booths. Room to spread out the travel journals, write, and document. I am right HERE.
Come along for 18 seconds and ride along with me!