Lisbon, pt. I

I got back from Lisbon today, and already I want to go back. We only stayed for two days, not nearly long enough, but it's on my shortlist for return trips, whenever the opportunity may arise. Though I'm so tired it feels like someone took out part of my cerebral cortex, here are a few snippets of the experience:

• Wading in the other side of the Atlantic, which was surprisingly warm.
• Slippery Portuguese pavement.
• A suspension bridge and pervasive hills and plentiful street art, reminiscent of San Fransisco.
• More trains than I can count, including two overnight trains that had minimal legroom but nicely-sized tray tables.
• The Portuguese language, which I can and maybe will write an entire post about in the near future.
• Birds, everywhere.
• And vendors selling roasted chestnuts, which I didn't even realize people ate until now.

Poorly-constructed panorama of the city from
São Jorge Castle

Down by the water

Heartbreak and fresh breath on Line 1 of
the Madrid Metro, 9:00 a.m.