“Aqui, onde a terra se acaba e o mar começa…” Sometimes an ending of a wonderful thing could be heart wrenching, but at the same time, it could be a new beginning of something wonderful.
It was not until we saw waves and waves of party-goers all dressed up and ready in Baixa that we realized it was Friday night! Looking for food, wherever someplace is packed with diners, it’s got to be… good.
An amazing treat in São Jorge Castle, Lisbon. Music is always the best medicine. After the trip I sometimes still go back and immerse into the guitartist’s music world, listening to the recordings and videos on Youtube by other castle visitors. I wondered why on earth this self-taught, civilian master-guitarist is not world famous, and then convinced myself that it was probably for the best to leave such artistic and sensible performance to where it truly belonged.
The trip to Lisbon, Portugal so far, turned out to be one of my most memorable experiences in the Western Europe, because of some fun adventures and interesting encounters…. and this first day I arrived Lisbon I had a face off moment with a pickpocket in the tram#28
Unlike many Europe cities, Porto is hilly. Although it doesn’t has a spectacular harbor view from the peak like Hong Kong, it has a double-deck iron bridges that spans the Duoro River. Standing on the hundred-year-old Dom Luis I bridge I could view seagulls soaring freely over the body of water, and layers and layers of houses making a concerted effort to Porto’s spectacular skyline.