So, Lisbon is rockin' my socks off in no time at all. The city is dirty, and it is literally as old as bricks, and things are falling apart everywhere, but it's entirely old and beautiful, and has personality and texture that strikes me as both very unique and utterly embrasive. The people here are the most pleasant people on the planet. Hands down.
I spent the majority of my day cruising the Chiado district. One of the stops I made was at the Santa Justa lift. It is an iron elevator that's a little more than 100 years old. It provides a lovely 360 aerial view of the city and also succeeded in providing me with a bit of a vertical fix.
Lunchtime (yes, lunchtime again) was perhaps the best meal I've had the entire trip thus far. Fish is aplenty here, whether in terms of buying, catching or eating it. So, I had grilled fish and potatos for lunch (which is pretty classic fare), and it was outstanding. It was so outstanding, I had some more for dinner. My hostess took me out to a bait and tackle shop and bar/restaurant where we enjoyed a white port with our meal. Apparently the Duoro Valley of Portugal is pretty renowned for this variety. It is delicious.
For all that it appears I will be eating and drinking, I will also be getting continuous cardio activity. The ups and downs of the uneven cobblestone streets make San Francsico look like a cake walk. Plus, my apartment is on the 5th floor which is actually really 10 flights of stairs. That's a lot of walking, but that means I get to eat a lot of fish and drink a lot of white port.
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