Five Things We Did (and You Should Do Too) in Lisbon

During our quick sojourn in Lisbon, we ended up only scratching the surface, but even that is exhausting because the city feels pretty on-the-go. Dinner, like everywhere in the Iberian peninsula starts late and afterwards there is the optional going out to the clubs, etc. for the party animals. There is a lot to see by foot and nothing beats a late night stroll down to see the central mall of stores and restaurants, a good tour starts at the Praça de Dom Pedro IV and terminates in the busy Praça do Comercio with a great nighttime view of the sea.

There are a few reasons you should go to Lisbon in 2017. First, it’s fun and it’s safe, as the locals will tell you. Besides pickpockets, there aren’t too many criminals willing to mess with the city’s bread and butter tourist economy. Secondly, in Western Europe, you will be hard-pressed to find a cheaper destination than Portugal (though Lisbon is naturally one of the more expensive cities there). Third, the people are friendly, albeit a tiny bit fed up with tourists, but “obrigado” goes a long way here.

On the way the Praca del Comercio

Recommended walk from the Praça de Dom Pedro IV to the Praça do Comercio.

We stayed right on the Praça de Dom Pedro IV and that was a perfect location, right in the center of everything and close to transit at Rossio Station.

It is apparent that the majority of the people in the city at this time of year are tourists. In 2016, and even more so in 2017, Lisbon was one of the most visited tourist destinations in the world. So finding a local is difficult.

Depending on where your style of travel falls between “sightseeing” vs. “like a local” travel, there is always a great deal you will miss if you don’t just settle somewhere. Fortunately, Sophie’s travel style and my own differ just enough to give us a dynamic travel experience. We both like to wander and explore the lifestyle of a place: see a local grocery store, or eat what the locals eat, or wander without a specific destination. Sophie also likes to see attractions and, fortunately for me, usually they are the interesting or mandatory ones. For those that refuse to do anything “touristy”, beware that sometimes you’re missing out if you don’t see that castle or that “really famous thing” because it might just be worth fighting a throng of tourists to see it.

View from the Castle of Sao Jorge

The view from Castelo de São Jorge offers an excellent panorama of Lisbon

Five Things to Do in Lisbon in 2017

1) Walk the Old Town & climb up on the castle (Castelo de São Jorge) for a panorama of Lisbon

Seeing a Moorish castle and the collection of artifacts that tell the often overlooked tale of the all-important influence of the Moors on Iberian culture and language is too good to miss. Even if, like me, you think you’ve seen enough castles already and they pretty much look the same — think again. The Saõ Jorge Castle sitting atop a promontory overlooking the entirety of Lisbon, with a good view of the sea and the surrounds, is worth the hike up the hill. As our verbose Airbnb host remarked to us, “You cannot appreciate the castle without the climb.” He was right.

We were lucky enough to see the castle out our window (from our five story walk-up with its quirky decorations, including a missing wall covered with an artsy curtain). If you’re able, do take the climb up the hill through the old town and through the other neighborhoods along the way (depending on your route). No matter which way you go, you might get a bit lost, but you’ll get great views of the city and you’ll pass all kinds of adorable (and hilariously ugly) buildings and shops along the way, such as several stores dedicated to canned fish. Lisbon seems pretty safe and we only had one bad experience including threats of violence there, and it was in the very touristy plaza of all places.

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There is a lot of interesting street art on the way to the Castelo de São Jorge

Two tips before climbing: 1) Don’t wear flip flops, you’ll slide on the stone and burn your feet. 2) Learn more about the Moors before you go up, so you’ll better understand the historical context. Many of the historical sites in Portugal offer no information about the site except tiresome audio guides and poor English translations. I suggest you read up, so you can pedantically impress your group with historical facts of various military campaigns and occupations that shaped Portugal’s history.

 

Barrio Alto

A view of one of the many sloping streets in the Barrio Alto neighborhood where traditional Fado music lives

2) Fado

This is another touristy thing, but it is a must see. I was skeptical of the entire thing, being fully aware that now traditional Portuguese Fado music only really exists as a niche industry for tourists. In some ways, this is good, because if Fado was lost to the world, it would be a crime against music, so support it: go and see a Fado show. You should expect to pay as much as you would to see a cheap concert because most of the restaurants will rip you off until they’ve made enough to pay their ample staff and underappreciated musicians. This might mean compulsory drinks and sly bread and olives on the table. Like getting into a taxi anywhere, be sure to establish the price first and make sure there are no hidden charges. Beware the bait-and-switch. Some menus, shown by a friendly maitre’d outside to lure you in, will have different prices when at a table inside.

When you do select a place, you’ll know right away when the performance begins if you chose well. Is it heart-wrenching? Does the singer’s voice translate the sorrow and heartache through a language barrier? At the unremarkable restaurant we found, the food was terrible, but the music was worth it all. The singer’s smoky, mournful voice and her two ancient, but lively accompanying musicians, on guitar and Portuguese guitar (Mandolin-like folk guitar), conveyed incredible tales of woes tinged with a light hopefulness, the haunting sound of which I won’t soon forget.

The walk to the Fado bars, most of which are conveniently located in the Barrio Alto, is also not to be missed. The neighborhood is on an elevated slope and the little restaurants and apartments are crammed together between cobbled streets. The area is full of music and life and is more than worth spending half an hour before Fado just exploring. You’re likely to find a nice little wine bar to have a bit of tapas before your show. We found a great little place near the Barrio Alto when wandering one night, it was called Robertine’s and the proprietor had moved to Lisbon from Denmark, styling the interior of the bar like a ship, in homage to the Portuguese explorers who, like her, had settled in distant places.

If it sounds like too much to enjoy this semi-authentic Portuguese cultural experience, just head down to Praça do Comercio and you’re sure to hear some excellent street music along the way or as you sit on the steps that lead down the inlet.

 

Ginjinha

A local alcohol made from sour cherries and first fermented with the assistance of a monk

3) Eat and drink local

While you can get pasteis de natas in other parts of Portugal, the best are clearly in Lisbon. While the prices may be a bit higher, it will be worth it for the flaky crusts filled with butter-smooth custard. Near the main square, I recommend the Fabrica de Nata. Get a cafe com laite and a few natas and enjoy watching as the odd little custard creations are made by hand.

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The Nata Factory near Rossio station has excellent Natas and very good coffee

Later, when you’re feeling more adventurous, you can try Ginjinha, a liquor made from fermented sour cherries. There’s a spot, A Ginjinha, where the locals, and tourists alike go, but it’s easy to miss as it is a literal hole-in-the-wall. Give it a try, you know when in Lisbon…

 

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4) Beach culture of Estoril

At least half a day should be dedicated to seeing the beach at Estoril. Though many travel books and sites recommend Cascais, the last stop on the metro line to the west of Lisbon, it’s even more mobbed and touristy than Estoril in our opinion. Estoril is the site of a casino, purportedly the inspiration for Fleming’s Casino Royale, but don’t go for the casino unless you actually want to gamble, there’s nothing to see here that you can’t see in Biloxi or in Ladbrokes for that matter. Instead, take a walk down the the beach at Estoril and rent an umbrella. For 15 euros or so, you can relax in front of the clear blue water and the happy splashing of large clans of tourists and locals alike. It’s a beautiful beach, though when we went it was too cold (for us) to swim despite the flaming sand. Apparently some thought we were wimps.

 

Sintra, not sinatra

The place may be mobbed with tourists, but it is worth a visit–and photogenic

5) Sintra

If you’ve looked into the day trip to Sintra, you know that going on the weekend is like trying to visit Graceland on Elvis’s birthday. We went on a weekday, and the crowds were close to Disneyland level. While I am conflicted about recommending Sintra as a destination, keep in mind even as I suggest it, this beautiful little city is painfully touristy. Everything is marked up in price and everything has been spit on and stepped on before. Still, the theme-park like hike up the mountain to the castle and the palace are very much worth the trek. On the windy top of the ancient castle, you’ll get a thrill from having your hat blown off and revelling in the views offered from every angle as Portugal spans out before you.

Moorish Castle-Sintra

The castle is worth going to Sintra for, just read up on the history first

You’ll also get a thrill trying not to fall to your death because there are no handrails (also an interesting study in American vs. European parenting styles where American parents would never let little Aidan climb on those parapets without guardrails). The price of admission for both attractions will be steep. Personally, I enjoyed the castle, but others might be inclined to see the palace, which also offers incredible views atop the hill. For those who just don’t have the climb in them anymore, stick to taking an over-priced tuk tuk for a white-knuckled ride to the top. Sophie was intrigued by the 1912 mansion by Italian opera set designer too, so there’s really something here for everyone. Just remember to avoid Sintra on or near the weekend!

These are the things we saw and we can definitely recommend, but please comment or let us know if you think we left something out. That way we can check it out on our next visit.

-Brian

 

Bits of Britain and Parts of Portugal

Scotland

Highland hike in Ross and Cromarty area

View along our hike in the Ross and Cromarty area.

The Craggy Bits

There is nothing quite as lovely as a Scottish summer. Cold winds blowing from what seems like every direction, rain spitting down every five minutes or so, and the horrid heat of the sun when it finally comes out, hot enough to make you sweat, but never enough to dry your rain-soaked skin. Oh, but the landscape is beautiful and the Scottish hospitality runs deep.

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A tree in the fully glory of the Scottish summer

We had the fortune of having a personal guide (hiya Kate!) with whom we enjoyed the natural sights of The Highlands, namely the fascinating towns of Plockton and Torridon. Sojourning for a night at The Station Bunkhouse, we had the pleasure of creaky old bunkbeds and a heavily annotated copy of Scotland: A History. Some such emphatic annotations included: “Walls: good for keeping out MEN and ANIMALS. Great idea!” and “This is a clear lack of professionalism!” The bunkhouse also had an industrial kitchen large enough to feed the occupying English army. Another interesting point in Plockton, the inexplicable but well marked open-air church. So when in Plockton, stop in and stand in puzzlement for a moment, shrug, and then try your best to find the pub.

If you do find the pub in Plockton, make sure you make a reservation. Despite the fact that you have to drive hours, much of it onnarrow one-lane roads in deserted bits, the pub is bopping. So, when we entered we were asked, “Do you have a reservation?” I wanted to say, “Yes, it is under Hamish MacDonald”, but I didn’t. Then, Sophie asked for a glass of water (along with a pint of beer) and the place went quiet, except for a few murmurs of resentment. Heads turned in disbelief and an old regular said, “Hey, there’s water in beer, dear.”

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The Frilly and Fringy Bits

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View of Edinburgh from the Crags

St. Andrews, however, had lovely not-so-Scottish weather during our visit because it’s full of people so wealthy that they won’t stand for any rain. The quaint little cobbled streets are full of chic shops and, yes, there is an Edinburgh Woolen Mill. Apparently, there is also a rush on cashmere so book your tickets soon. Don’t worry, they still allow regular people in, just not near the golf course please (they have attendants to shoo away the gulls and the middle class).

St. Andrews is the site of the first golf course, which would be a point of Scottish pride, I’m sure, except that, I agree golf is a good walk spoiled, and considering all the beautiful walks in Scotland (and the countryside of Scotland is very beautiful) then it’s quite a few very beautiful walks spoiled by cashmere. St. Andrews namesake university, Sophie’s alma mater, was once the site of an abbey in which pilgrims sought refuge. Today, you can see the ruins, which are spectacular, and enjoy the bourgeois, beautiful campus and surrounds, including a coffee shop that claims where William met Kate there for a date (some British popstars I guess?)

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Another notable city we visited is Edinburgh. During the Fringe, a festival of the arts (mostly theatrical comedy or serious things unfortunately taken for comedy) the city swells in population and the haggis mysteriously disappears. The festival is fun, including thousands of shows at makeshift venues all around the city. The art of the festival appears to be about choosing which show to see, for example musicals starring singing twins or naked ghost dancers, and which type of sausage to get at the German sausage cart. During our time there, we saw “Macbeth Without All the Shakespeare Bollocks” and stand-up by comedian, Ed Byrne, whose keystone joke was about how he almost let his son touch an electric fence. Sophie also saw (and participated in) a Margaret Thatcher-themed-drag/game show!

 

Haltwhistle, England

 

 


Before arriving in Scotland, we made a stop in Haltwhistle, England. Haltwhistle is an enchanting place in Northumberland National Park full of historical significance. This area is also of particular interest to stargazers as the area is a dark sky park, though with the late sunset and heavy rain clouds, we didn’t manage to see many stars.

Not only is Haltwhistle located along Hadrian’s Wall, but it is also where I passed a lovely few days with Sophie over three years ago, so we decided to return. Haltwhistle has always seemed like a romantic place to me with its green rolling hills and gray brooding clouds, here the farms and towns hide behind old roman ruins and gentle sloping rises of wheat or herds of sheep. After a nice walk along the wall, wearing my dashing rain poncho, I decided to propose marriage, and at the same time ruin my nice pants.

One of the most interesting people we encountered was our taxi driver. (Old Melvin IS still driving taxis, for those of you who are wondering, but this was a different bloke). He asked us where we were from. New York, we told him. “I’ve never been there, he said, but I don’t want to go. Went to Manchester once, no good, went to Edinburgh once, hated it, too big. I like it here, I’ve got everything I need.” I was amazed that this gentleman was so pleased with his hometown that he had not only never left his country, but had no desire to.

Our favorite place to stay in Haltwhistle is the The Twice Brewed Inn, incidentally it’s located near the village of Once-Brewed and near the worst museum/visitor center I’ve ever had the opportunity to visit. The exhibit was so poor it may well have may have well said, “Rocks are made of little rocky bits with some lava bits inside and farmers like to stack them on top of each other to keep themselves occupied.”

We love the place, but even since we’ve last been to the Twice Brewed it has changed. The management has decided to upscale and so now they have a separate restaurant section which is so fancy that they serve you your steak and ale pie so deconstructed that you need a bottle opener and a butterfly net to eat it. They are also opening a new micro-brewery that will serve beer that has been, presumably, brewed two times. It’s still a lovely inn despite losing some of its Northumbrian character to upscaling. At least the breakfast is still good and the rooms have been redone and there’s still the unforgettable walk along the path that traces Hadrian’s wall.

 

Portugal

 

 

Porto

After the United Kingdom, we next ventured to Porto, Portugal. Porto is an interesting city, but in some ways it lacks a clear identity, feeling a bit vaguely European and, if not for the Portuguese flag, a person could be in any number of places. Having recently been in London, Edinburgh, and Berlin in a close time period, I had to keep asking myself where I was. It is a lively city, though, thronged by hordes of tourists, mostly Western Europeans choosing to travel to safe Portugal over Tunisia and Egypt these days. The streets are so clogged that in places it is difficult to find space to walk between the buskers and the exposed metro line.

However, there are parts of the city that have been emptied (because the locals escaped for the summer). For example, we took a quick metro ride to the seaport area at the recommendation of our concierge (the only bit of his lightspeed verbal tour that we remember from our foggy 1 AM arrival into Porto). He was right. On a day when much of the city closed down because Mary assumed something or other once upon a time, the seafood restaurants were buzzing. We arrived just around lunch time and followed our noses to the smell of charcoal and the sea and suddenly we were back in the thick of it. All of Porto was trying to get some grilled sardines. Passed over place after place, by disinterested shop owners with full restaurants, we finally found a restaurant with a single empty table. “Can we please eat here?” we asked tentatively. The bespectacled man blinked and shrugged, “Hmmm…ten minutes.” He said, and we waited examining the fish as they were continuously dropped on the hot grill, looking like they had just jumped out of the ocean and on to the fire.

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Our waiter prods a just caught fish right at our table

Finally, we were seated and the man, after a protracted absence came back. Did we know what we want? We thought so. We told him a few of our choices. He made a paternal, concerned face and drew his breath, as if working hard to listen to our pathetic order. When we had finished, he quickly said, “No, instead have this and this.” He brought over a gigantic whole dead sole and bream on a silver platter and poked one with his finger. “Look good, yes?” They did look good — as sushi. “And sardines and squid. We bring potatoes and salted vegetables also. You want? Yes of course you do.” He swept away before we had really consented, but in the end, he was right. The fish were fantastic, although it took them around an hour to arrive. When he brought them to our table, he filleted them on the spot and served them with the back of a spoon. “Head?” he asked. That bit was very nice, different than the rest of the fish and it would have been a real shame to waste.

In Porto, I also tried suckling pig for the first time. It came fried in a bite-sized, breaded format with an oozing white cheese. It was delectable. At the same table I tried tripe, which is pig’s intestine, a local specialty. It is an acquired taste I think. To me, it was like a bubbly rubber band with minimal taste and maximum chew time. Sophie aggressively sought out natas (Portuguese custard tarts) and nearly broke my arm dragging me into a patisserie that had just sounded the bell to announce a fresh batch. She also wanted to try other local specialities including salt cod “bacalao bras”, a dish made with potato chip sticks, and francesinah, which is much like a croque-madame meets cheese dip.

Douro River Valley

Douro River Valley

Forest fires obscure the view of the Douro River Valley

We also ventured to the Douro River Valley during our time in Porto. We went with a small guided tour, which is usually something we try to avoid, but which served us well after arriving into Portugal so late the previous night. This way, we didn’t need to make plans for the first day and could nap in the van on the way between sites (though the views we managed to catch through winks were striking).

The tour took us to a couple of pleasant villages and on a 50 minute river cruise, which was scenic, though felt pointless as we baked in the Portuguese sun. We were then provided a “traditional” Portuguese lunch of fried white fish, pork chops, a rice and bean stew, and salad. This was followed by a port wine soaked cake. Our tour also took us to some quintas — port making wineries that made the area famous. The wines made it around the world and you can get them anywhere, but the views and the ambience that you can only enjoy here, made this area a UNESCO world heritage site.

Of the others in our tour group, I most enjoyed the company of a retired Australian man who was appalled to learn the intricacies (as well as I could explain them) of the electoral college.

He said, “That’s bloody crazy!”

To which I replied,”Hey, I can’t fix America.”

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-Brian