Small Facts: It is hot. Impossibly hot. And there are hills. Lots of hills. We walk from a bus stop, with our luggage, up a hill to find our hotel. Shops actually advertise air conditioning and a few leave their doors open to tempt us. I am excited to be in Portugal after Italy. I anticipate the proximity to Spain. No more pizza and pasta. I think I am getting rice, beans, perhaps some shrimp. Sadly disappointed, sardines are the cuisine du jour. And speaking Portuguese is not the same as speaking Spanish. Lesson learned!
Notable Pic: The hills and houses we missed, seen from below, while riding the wrong trolley.
Personal Anecdote: The No. 28 trolley is scenic. It weaves through the hills, too tiring to climb, past colorful homes and through narrow cobblestone streets. We trust our fearless leader to get us there. Sadly, he is off his game. Richard runs us through streets to the wrong trolley which we unwittingly get on taking us along the water, through a not so scenic industrial part of Lisbon.