Portugal Day 1

Other than placing a call to 911 in response to the high pitch of a fire alarm and clouds of smoke billowing out the windows of our neighbours house, this was easily the lowest stress start to a vacation in recent memory.

We had a connection in Frankfurt. It was our first time in Germany and it made for an exciting layover. Things generally looked familiar, but the food was different and it sounded like people were speaking in reverse.  I felt like I had landed on another planet.

Why can't we get delicious sandwiches like these ones at the airports on my planet? Good bread, good cheese, good meat. It's not that hard people.

Is English really a germanic language? Because, seriously, it doesn't even sound like humanoid. We could decifer words like 'SintaKlassen', but were otherwise lost for the most part.

As we boarded the flight from Frankfurt to Lisbon, we were in front of two women with short hair and leather jackets. They were holding hands and openly affectionate (ear-biting qualifies as such in my world). We figured that they must be Lisbians.

It was great to have Erik do the driving when we got to Lisbon. We arrived at a family run B&B in Sintra just after dark. Knowing it was Christmas eve and stores would close soon, we rushed out to buy some wine and snacks from a local store. We took our time putting the bikes together and chatted as we worked through a delicious €2.65 bottle of red wine. Tomorrow's plan: ride and relax. Sounds like a plan to me.

Merry Christmas.