We left Monday evening around 8:00. We made it, though we are all happy to be free from the spooky environs of airports, and the pulse of life they provide. Everyone napped a bit on the flight from Charlotte to Frankfurt, but I knew it would be a long haul when I opened my eyes at 3:30 a.m. to find Farrar glued to Mama Mia. I settled on back to back episodes of Flight of the Conchords and drifted in and out till the next morning. Zelle and Bishop watched High School Musical 14, or whatever the number. No one got too sick.
The flight to Lisbon was much more relaxed and comfortable: more space and better naps. A fast cab ride carried us to our hotel, and we mostly sat in silence, Farrar and I thinking we should've spent more time learning the language. We managed to communicate a few essentials: the location of the main Avenida and the Tagus River in relation to the hotel. We knew enough to say "obrigado" and drag ourselves into our room.
We took a stroll through the immediate area and ate at Delfim, upon the recommendation of Ricardo from the hotel. Good call, Ricardo. I still don't know why we staggered around for half an hour wondering where to eat, what to do, but I suspect it had to do with the lack of sleep and nutrition. We probably asked half a dozen more people to suggest a dinner spot, and among them I'll bet they knew enough English to compose a solid sentence or two. It was all very refreshing, if unhelpful. We were a bit early to Delfim, so had the undivided attention of the proprietor. Everything was quite delicious and our walk back to the hotel, through the night, was much more lively.
Delfim made it easy to embrace the local cuisine, even for Bishop, who has enjoyed two ice creams, the rough equivalent of a loaf of bread, with plenty of butter, and a pineapple in his first 6 hours in Portugal. And as he pointed out, he also had "some of an egg" so he should be good to go.
After dinner the owner taught us some words and poured us a small shot of a "sugar liquor" before we headed home for an early night. Oh yeah, lots of pastry shops in the neighborhood, so add that to the diet of champions, first thing in the morning.