At the other end of the spectrum is the 728 peak hour bus. Here you can live the life of a tinned sardine as you travel through the streets of Lisbon.
Today we used our Lisboa card, and by golly gee we were going to squeeze everything out of it to get value. Buses, trams, trolley cars, trams that just stopped with the driver yelling for everyone to get out, followed immediately by a replacement bus.
Every new attraction required countless steps, to find it and also to climb to the top of it.
I stupidly assumed that today was an easy one. I've been waiting all holiday. I had not put on my game face and every step up was a huge effort. The caffeine strip 3/4 of the way helped.
We saw some great stuff, that I'm sure the Editor will name in order.
First, the Jerónimos Monastery.
Castelo de São Jorge
I'm sure the yelling at a police officer was tiredness, but you don't mess with the Editor when we can't find the exit to our last attraction. (In my defence, we were told that it was up more steps - so many steps - and it was a general exclamation of frustration, not at the police officer!)
Dinner was not home made. For our last night in Portugal we hit the town and went to a Fado restaurant (Recommendation: O Prego). Local music where you get to sing along sometimes. It was in Portuguese and I assume most songs were boy meets girl or boy loses girl, but we were able to clap in Portuguese and la la la is the international singing language.
Oh, and the last of the Portuguese pastries was purchased, or should I say the last six? (Editor's note: If you're in Lisbon go to Pastéis de Belém, it's right near the monastery. These tarts rival the ones I had in Porto as the best.)
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