Yesterday Yan (Ian in English), Emily and I agreed to meet around 10:00 AM at the Cais do Sodre terminal for the train to Cascais. After my obligatory coffee at A Brasileira in Chiado, I walked down to the station to meet my new friends and we boarded the 10:20 train for Cascais, a 40-minute ride. The ride was along the Tejo and then the Atlantic, passing under the 25 de Abril Bridge, built in 1966 and very similar to the Golden Gate Bridge. We also passed the upscale resort and community of Estoril. When we walked out of the Cascais station, Joanna was there to meet us and we jumped into their venerable 2000 Audi A4 wagon with 300,000 km under its belt. Pedro grew up in Cascais so we really were in store for a guided tour with true locals.

First stop was a magnificent beach inaccessible to tourists without a car. The sand was white and clean and the waves were just right. Ian, Pedro and Joanna waded into the surf, but Emily and I dove right in. The water was cool but refreshing. We spent about 15 minutes diving under the waves and then it was time to head to our next destination. Pedro drove us up a mountain road to a viewpoint with 360 degree views of the Atlantic, Sintra and much of Lisbon. The Serra de Sintra runs 16 km from Sintra to Cabo da Roca on the Atlantic and is said to be the ancient hunting grounds of the Roman goddess Diana. From the mountains, we headed back to town to the Lidl supermarket, since we decided to forego a restaurant meal and grab picnic foods instead. Again, I was amazed at the huge selection of superb bread and rolls, most of which were under a Euro.

From Lidl, we headed to a great spot in the forest overlooking a lake and laid out blankets and enjoyed a great picnic lunch, sharing regional ghost stories. We then drove to another peak in the Serra for more panoramic views and photos before heading to the city of Cascais.

Our fantastic hosts walked us through the marinas and a lovely city park. We then walked along the waterfront past 800 Euro per night hotels and estates to the historic town center, where we stopped at Santini, which is said to be the best ice cream in Portugal. No one argued against that claim. I had a small cup with a scoop of Framboise and Vanilla. If I lived there, I’d gain 20 pounds!

Pedro showed us the yacht club for which he sailed competitively for years. His team came in third in an international regatta. He’s still a member, which makes his sailing father happy since the initiation fee is quite steep.

It was finally time to drop us off at the train station so we could catch the 8:40 train back to Lisbon. I spent almost ten hours with new friends and was grateful to have befriended locals who graciously spent their Sunday showing us Cascais and its environs. Fortunately, I’ll see Pedro and Joanna in three weeks when I’m back in Lisbon. Ian heads back to Montreal tomorrow and Emily flies to Italy for a few days in Cinqueterra tomorrow.

On the train ride back, we discussed the electoral systems of Canada, the US and Australia. I think they finally understood our Electoral College system, which baffles most non-Americans. We bade each other good-bye at the station and headed back to our respective places. Quite the marvelous day!

Sintra is known as a “must see” while visiting Lisbon. It’s a 30-minute train ride from Lisbon Rossio Station, a 6 minute walk from my AirBnb. I bought a round-trip ticket and jumped on the 10:01 train 3 minutes before departure. The train was standing room only. I was surprised to see how large the metro area was. Lisbon has a number of satellite cities with large numbers of high-rise condos and freeways. as we got closer to Sintra, it became more wooded and mountainous.

Upon arrival, I walked a few meters to a monument where two women were standing with “free tour” signs. I asked Claudia, the English-speaking guide, if she had any spots left and she said she did. So I registered on the site and we were off at 11:00.

As we started the tour, I met a couple from the Poconos and I mentioned that I was from the Philadelphia area and went to Franklin & Marshall College. Immediately, I heard the woman behind me exclaim that she, too, was an F&M grad; in fact, a member of the first coed graduating class. Nicoletta graduated in 1973 and she and her husband were visiting from Manhattan. She told me that she often meets fellow grads on her travels, which is amazing for a small liberal arts school.

Claudia, like most younger Portuguese, spoke English fluently, with an American accent. I was told that American movies and TV shows are subtitled, which helps them with the pronunciation. They also have the option to study English in primary school, which most do.

Her command of the history of Portugal and Sintra was superb. When visiting one of the few churches in Sintra, she invited us to wander in and then tell the group what we found unusual. Several odd things were reported: the church had no windows, just painted ones, there was a Masonic triangle with golden rays and a pulpit high on the wall with no visible door. This led to her explanation that the church may have been founded in the 13th century by the Knights Templar, thus the imagery. She explained that the Pope at the time demanded that all realms dissolve the Knights since they had grown too powerful for Rome’s liking. The Portuguese king demurred: they simply told the Pope that he had obeyed. What he actually did was change the order’s name to Ordem Christo. We all shared stories of Freemasonry and had a great time finding out that we all shared a similar fascination. I told them that the old East German Communist flag featured a Masonic symbol in the middle.

We continued toward several palaces and grand houses.

Sintra has fascinated writers and poets for centuries. Lord Byron and Hans Christian Andersen were among the enraptured visitors. The city is now a UNESCO site and was a favorite of royals and the elite for centuries. Its location high above the Atlantic provides a much more temperate climate than Lisbon, and the vast forests and misty mountains give it a mystical air.

As the tour ended, we all tipped Claudia and thanked her for a fantastic afternoon. Of course, many of us started introducing ourselves and six of us decided to have a late lunch at a wonderful place called Romaria de Baco. I ordered a recommended cod dish made with sweet potatoes and spinach, which was amazing. Among our group were a Portuguese couple, a Canadian from Montreal, a nurse from Australia and a Welsh nurse practitioner from Southampton, England. We started guessing ages: they ranged from 22 to 32. They were shocked to hear my age. We love compliments! The two nurses left for a tour of the Palacio Nacional da Pena, while the Portuguese couple, Joanna and Pedro, and the young Canadian, Yan, and I went by car to tour the Palacio & Parque de Monserrate, which was beautiful. Afterwards, Pedro and Joanna drove Yan and me to a train station by their house and we grabbed a train for the very quick ride back to Rossio station.

At lunch we made plans to take the train to Cascais, where Pedro and Joanna will meet us and give us the locals tour, since they lived there.

Meeting this wonderful group of young people is one of the great joys of travel and being engaged with fellow tourists and locals. It demonstrates the innate goodness of most people and the human desire to make new friendships and explore countries as a group. We all exchanged Instagram information and Pedro set up a group WhatsApp. Now I’m off to the station to meet Yan and Edith for the train to Cascais!

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I visited the Lisbon Botanical Gardens and the attached Museum of Natural History. Although nothing like Longwood Gardens, it was worth the 4 Euros. It is built on a steep hill, so plenty of climbing. The museum was really excellent. The collection of minerals and metal ores, in particular, was fascinating. It also featured a comprehensive collection of the flora and fauna of Portugal. One section was dedicated to the medicinal plants collected from the colonies in Angola and Mozambique, including quinine.

After the museum tour, I walked down the avenue to a Portuguese restaurant and was seated in the terrace. I had the cod, in Portuguese “Bras” style. It was a bit different from the night before, but equally delicious. I couldn’t finish it. Of course the roll that was served would have been classified as “artisanal” in the US. Any readers who have traveled in Europe know that we Americans have to pay dearly for bread that merely equals everyday bread in Europe.

I had booked a three-hour “Seven Hills” e-bike tour that began at 3:00 PM, so I walked downhill to the riverfront and headed east to the Alfama district. The early afternoon heat was intense, with humidity, so I rushed into the Museu Militar to escape the sun for an hour before the ride. It was worth the 2 EUR admission. There were 27 large rooms chronicling Portuguese military history from the Crusades through the colonial wars that raged from 1961 to 1974 in the African colonies. I had understood that Portugal had remained neutral in both world wars; but, apparently they sent an expeditionary force to France on the Allied side in World War I.

It was a short walk to Lisbon Bike Tours where I was among the eight riders. The lead rider was Antonio, assisted by his associate Sara. We were pleased that they had fairly new e-bikes. My fellow riders included two Americans, two Nederlanders and two Austrians. The three-hour tour was excellent and the weather turned more moderate as we rode. We saw most of the sites on the eastern side of the historic core, much of which I’d walked the previous day. Antonio and Sara helped me with the difficult Portuguese pronunciation and complimented me on my accent. Since I have friends from Nashville and Dallas coming in October, we agreed to set up a custom e-bike tour for them. We ended the ride with shots of a Portuguese cherry liqueur.

I headed back to the Central Market since I was too lazy to research restaurants in my neighborhood. I enjoyed braised pork cheeks with mushrooms and mashed potatoes and worked that off on the steep climb back to Chiado. I had a drink at a neighborhood bistro and slept nine hours.

After a restful sleep, I went out for coffee and grabbed two cappuccinos to go from around the corner and headed back to the apartment to plan the day. I walked down from Chiado, my neighborhood, to the Baixa, along the riverfront. I walked along the Rio Tejo to the atmospheric Alfama district and then started climbing. My first stop was the Pantheon, modeled after its namesake in Paris. There were monuments to many of the great Portuguese explorers, statesmen and writers, including Vasco da Gama and King Henry the Navigator. It’s impressive that little Portugal once controlled a vast empire, starting in 1500. They established forts in India, the Persian Gulf and China. The Jesuits made contact with the Japanese in Japan and it’s said that the Japanese arrigato (thank you) is derived from the Portuguese “obrigado”. They also colonized Brazil and vast areas of Africa, including Angola and Mozambique. They fought a long war against Marxist guerrillas in their African colonies until the Revolution of 1974 and the overthrow of the Caetano regime by the military. The views from the terrace of the Pantheon were stunning.

After the Pantheon, I headed uphill, not an uncommon direction in Lisbon, to the Castelo de Sao Jorge, which dates from the 13th century. The castle remains in pretty fair shape. It’s in the Alfama district, which dates from the Moorish times and means “hot springs” in Arabic. The views from the castle are magnificent.

Also in the Alfama is the stately Mosteiro de Sao Vicente de Fora, one of the famous Portuguese monasteries. Built during the early imperial years, it has all the gold and gilt one might imagine.

Lisbon is also famous for its tiles. I took some pictures from just one neighborhood and was amazed by the variety.

I’ve always been interested in foreign languages and Portuguese is an interesting one. One commonly assumes that it’s similar to Spanish; but, it’s quite different. The Portuguese will tell you that they understand Spaniards; but Spaniards don’t understand Portuguese. Many of the words are similar; for example, por favor and de nada. But others are not. Obrigado is thank you and Calle is Rua, pronounced Hu-a. In Portuguese, the Spanish “l” is replaced with “r”. Plato is prato. They also pronounce the “j” in English style: Jose is Joe-say. I’m learning more words as I go. I think that I’ll be able to handle simple Portuguese by the end of my trip.

From the Castelo, I walked a few kilometers to one of the famous miradouros, or viewpoints, called Graca. From there, the vista is westward, across the Baixa to Biarro Alto and Chiado, which are also higher up. I returned to the riverside down some significant steps through an immigrant quarter. Since it was an imperial power, there are quite a few residents from their African colonies of Angola, Mozambique and Guinea-Bissau. Nonetheless, it was perfectly safe.

The owner of the AirBnb suggested that I visit the Central Market on the riverside for dinner and I’m glad I followed her advice. It’s sponsored by TimeOut magazine and is a massive food hall with stalls from some of Lisbon’s famous chefs. I had some cod in the traditional “Bras” style and it was excellent. You sit at common tables. I’m sure native Lisboetas deride it as a tourist trap, but I’d recommend a visit.

My journey home was, of course, uphill. When I checked the Steps app, I saw that I’d walked 13.7 miles with 66 climbs. I crashed that night despite the jet lag.

Although the BA flight to London was supposed to depart Nashville at 8:35 PM, it was delayed by two hours because they were waiting for a “VIP” to get through customs. A fellow traveler, Tyler Reeve (a country music singer), said it was a US Marshal. In any event, the special passenger decided to remain in Nashville and we finally left shortly before 11 PM. Dinner was served around 11:30. Fortunately, I was able to grab a few hours sleep on the nice business class fold-down bed. Once we landed at HTR, I saw that I’d received a text from BA confirming my seats on a later flight, so I decamped at the BA business lounge while waiting to board my flight to Lisbon. The BA staff were really great. Aside from the late departure, it was a pleasant flight.

I’d been a bit concerned about HTR, since they have an intrusive security clearance program; however, the line that I was in didn’t require opening bags or placing liquids in plastic bags. I was through security in less than ten minutes.

The flight to Lisbon went well. All I had to do at the airport was swipe my passport and I was out. I’m glad I opted for carry-on.

I grabbed an Uber to my Airbnb and met my host, Maria, at the front door. It was a steep climb up five flights of stairs to the apartment. An obese or elderly person would’ve had a hell of a time.

Maria was great. The apartment was on the top floor with sweeping views. Great bed and bathroom. I grabbed a light dinner at a little outdoor bistro next door and then took a nice walk up the hill to the viewpoint. Lots of tourists walking around at the late hour. After ascending the stairs to my place I took a shower and finally hit the sack. I closed the windows and turned the AC on and slept over nine hours. Very quiet.

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I’ve been meaning to start a travel and outdoor adventure blog for years. After the COVID overseas travel hiatus, I’m ready to share my experiences on line. I’ll be landing in Lisbon tomorrow afternoon and promise to provide regular, ideally daily, updates. Starting in Lisbon, I’ll be heading north to Porto, Braga, Obidos, Santarem, Tomar, Coimbra, the Douro Valley, the Algarve, and then a return to Lisbon before returning home. Enjoy!