I think Portugal´s slogan should be “Land of Many Stairs”. That could just be because I´m from Saskatchewan and not used to inclines. To get to our hostel you climb a set of stairs to get to our street of stairs, and then once at the hostel climb three more sets of stairs to get to our room.
Today we went to Sintra, home of many castles. The Moorish castle, built in the 9th century but restored in th 19th, JJ dubbed “the coolest thing ever”. It was beautiful. Breathtaking. Covered in stairs.
Portugal´s other slogan, though, could be “Portugal – So Pretty”.
Then, up a very big hill (we took a trolley, thank god), was another 19th century castle, pink and yellow and covered in blue tiles.
Inside we tried to imagine living there, with so much stuff. Furniture and paintings and tapestries and statues.
There was much more to see, but we were too tired after all the stair and hill climbing and caught the train back to Lisbon (and the hostel, more stairs).
Tomorrow we´re heading south to Lagos, and many beaches.
Two American girls stumbled into our hostel room yesterday, red faced and short of breath (from all the stair climbing) saying they’d just come from Lagos.
“I´m going there tomorrow,” I said.
“Oh my god! We loved it there! It´s like a whole different world!” said the short one with the brown hair.
“It was wild, the best night life I´ve seen, anywhere,” said the taller, blonde one from Jersey.
“Great,” I said, not admitting i was more looking forward to long days of beach lounging and lots of sleep.
“Where are you staying?”
“Uh, a hostel, Carlos…something…”
“Oh my god! That´s where we stayed! It´s crazy there. Better not tell them you met us though, we left there with our heads hanging a bit low…”
So apparently we´re heading for the land of sun, sea, and debauchery. Stay tuned.