Saturday, June 21, 2008

Amo-te Portugal

La Boca do Inferno in Cascais, Portugal

I am completely and utterly enamored with Portugal. Still.

It actually makes me not want to go home, and I daresay if I don't end up in Latin America some day, I will live in Portugal (I even have my house picked out already). Yeap. Anyway. Our Sunday Night Dinner crew (coincidentally we all go to UCSD) took a little jaunt of a trip to Lisboa, Portugal. It was muito muito bem.

We four explored Lisbon, which has been described as the San Francisco of Europe and did indeed have similar such ingredients as a "Golden Gate Bridge," squished buildings on hilly cobblestone terrain, and rickety ol' trolley cars.

We also took several daytrips to nearby cities surrounding Lisboa, the first of which was Sintra. After an adventurous train ride and a lunch of authentic Portuguese food, we spent the majority of our time at the Quinta de Regaleira. What exactly it was, I still don't particularly know, but there were caves and unfinished wells and foliage galore to forage through and what a jolly time we had mongering about. The afternoon was rounded out with a sampling of tasty queijada and travesseiro pastries.

The next stop in our daytripping series was mainly just a beach on the way to our subsequent real destination, though Carcavelos proved beautiful in its own right. Not to mention adorable as it seemed to be National Portuguese Toddler Fieldtrip to the Beach Day. Awwww. There were little chum chums in matching hats holding hands all along the shore. Portugal, keepin' it cute.

Cascais, an old fisherman's wharf, followed, where we immediately scarfed down some roadside bocadillos and then hiked to the ominous Boca do Inferno, otherwise known as the Mouth of Hell. Dun dun dun. Aside from attempting the competitive sport of rock climbing in a skirt and sandals though, the Boca do Inferno really posed no grave prowess except in beauty, I suppose. It was quite a view; waves of turquoise blue hues crashing up against the majestic cliffs of Portugal. Mmm. We seceded the precarious perching with a few hours of wandering about the old town, sniffing around in the fishermen's nets, perusing craft fairs, and downing generous portions of refreshing gelato.
Eventually, we found ourselves in Belem, the town of DELICIOUS custard tarts and a quality collection of modern art. Alighting from the train, we immediately made our way towards a famous bakery for fresh hot Pasteis de Belem that came with packets of powdered sugar and cinnamon. Ohmygosh. YUM. Call me a fatty (after all we have indeed become chubs again), but they were delightful. Then it was to the cultural center with an up and coming exhibition of everything from Picasso to Andy Warhol. Mostly over my head stuff, but great fun. I still occasionally wish I had majored in art.Beijos e high fives para Portgual.

1 comment:

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