It was the most relaxed one in Lisbon so far, and was full of far too many Portuguese custard tarts. Here, they are called Pastel de Nata (please correct me if I'm wrong!), and they are what dreams are made of.
This will be a short one. Just a few pictures for today, and then a very fun couple of things that I bought.
A US navy ship sidled up to the shore, and it was massive. The grey is beautiful to me, and while I know that's not its purpose, I love it.
This is a very cool looking wall tiling. I tried to translate it, and this is what Google Translate says...
Headline: To be born, Portugal; To die, the world.
Copy: Born small and large die is to become man. So God gave so little land for the birth and so pair the grave. To be born. Little land. To die all the earth. To be born. Portugal, to die, the world.
I feel like that doesn't make sense! I'm going to look at it because is very cool, and once I understand what it means, I will choose whether I still like it or not. I welcome anyone who has a clue, because it clearly isn't me!
Super-fun, half-broken tiles, turning it into a random piece of art on a wall.
Tuk-Tuks's are everywhere here, due to all of the hills and the fact that they're amazing.
I've yet to take one, and I'll be honest, it's likely not going to happen. The tipping possibility is just a wee bit too possible.
These wonderful fabric bags made me smile, so I bought them.
As the night went on and I contemplated doing laundry in this machine here at the apartment, I decided that before I did that, I should go and get dinner. I went to a place up the street and bought some little meat pies, and a delicious tart!
As I walked out of the apartment, I saw a tiny antiques shop and went in.
Look what I found! This is a beautiful, 1930's, Portugal-made carafe and four-glass set. It's stunning, and come tomorrow, it'll hopefully be making its way home in five proper pieces tomorrow.
I had a wonderful conversation with the man in his seventies who owns the shop, and as he shook my hand to say thank you, he told me that he'd had his shop open for over 30 years, that he only specialized in antiques because they had a story, and everyone should have a story. He held my hand in a non-creepy way and said, "I don't care when it is, dear, but you come back to my shop. Next week, a year, five years from now, you come back and say hi."
You guys, this is the point of this whole trip. Not only him, but the people that I will remember, that make me think, and that I would have otherwise never, ever met had I not ventured out across the world.
We meet people who change us and teach us and inspire us, and whether those people are the ones that we surround ourselves with every day, or people across the world who you'll likely never see again, take that shit in, because there are so, so many people in this world that are not lucky enough to have those experiences, near or far.
On that note, I'm off to sleep so that I can get out there all fresh-eyed tomorrow and make the best of my last full day in Lisbon.
Night everyone, have lovely nights, and enjoy your one extra hour of sleep!
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