I did not expect to have the opportunity to write about my stay in Lisbon -- because I was not supposed to stay there. The plan was to leave the ship, go to the airport, and lose another day of my life flying to Portland.
It did not happen that way. Between Cadiz and Lisbon, the ship lost its stabilizer capability. To avoid treating the passengers like popcorn kernels, the captain cut the ship's speed. As a result, I missed my flight.
The upside is that I was able to spend an additional night in Lisbon. The only downside is that the afternoon was overcast and cool. Hardly what I remember of Lisbon in April.
Notice the little dog's job: collector of donations.
I stopped at my favorite café and enjoyed the type of sardine pâté you can only get in Lisbon. This is not pâté; it is a shot of cookies. I ate the pâté before I could find my camera.
This was the view from my hotel room.
Who says the Portuguese do not have a sense of humor? It appears to be a cleverly disguised rubble chute.
And here ends the lesson -- and the trip. I trust that you have enjoyed sharing my journey with me. But it is now time to get back to moving to Mexico.
