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... better days. It was a charming coastal town, very set up for the British tourist, it was not tourist season as such, so the town was fairly quiet.
That evening, we had a lovely tapas dinner at a deli/cafe that Yelp so helpfully recommended.
We headed off to Lisbon the next morning, found our accommodation, dropped off our luggage and went for a walk in the local area. We stayed in the Alfama, old town, on one of the seven hills, ...
... because the plane flew right over Pico and normally when I fly SATA it’s to Pico, but this time I was headed to Lisboa (Lisbon)! But I got to take a picture of the volcano since we were flying low above the islands. The flight went well, there was some turbulence, and I was seated next to this old lady from Lisboa who was very sweet. The best part about her was that she had her iPad, so she played games most of the time and ...
... and for the army of buses in London. This is in stark contrast to MARTA’s poorly distributed information regarding their buses and metro stops. Thought certain places (read: the airport) are easy to access in Atlanta, it is nearly impossible for someone to compare the easy, relative quickness and usefulness of either Lisbon’s or London’s metro systems with that of MARTA. It’s not as though I had not been to city’s with useful metro systems ...
... museum which wasn't open. Spent a little more time headed up the hill, found a stairwell that lead down to the ocean
again, but never found the rest of the town. We were started to get uncomfortably warm so we started our trek back toward the car. When we got back to the beach, the extras were still walking the same path they had been when we left. Either it was a very low budget film, or
the actors were terrible and couldn't get the lines right. As we ...
... fairness the music was so loud and it was 2am on a Monday morning. After a terrifying cab ride to the airport the next morning in which the driver nearly killed us twice, a very uncomfortable flight to Luton and a train to London it was all over.
The overindulgence of the weekend caught up with us in more ways than one. The elusive Jose was straight on our case regarding the mess and damage. At least he didn't find the roof ...