‘Liebchen – sweetness – what watch?’ ‘Ten watch.’ ‘Such watch?’

Casablanca. That sweet German couple sitting in Rick’s. Drinking farewell brandies. Speaking English. Practising for America. Flying via Lisbon, no doubt. Where we’re heading next.

By train.

Trains run to timetables. Hours and minutes are important. Clocks (and watches) are important.

Trains also, sometimes, run late.

Between Vigo and Porto ours sits in a station while the minutes die, never to return.

Eventually a train coming in the opposite direction crosses the one-track bridge.

We resume our journey.

It’s well after ten watch now. Too much after ten watch for comfort.

We’re changing trains at Porto and it looks like we won’t make it. We’re running really, really late.

It’s distracting. Before, we were landscape-watching. Glimpsing rural churches, guessing what small towns were like as we clickety-clacked past.

But now we’re feeling twitchy.

Less of the, ‘oh, look at that,’ more, ‘there must be several trains a day to Lisbon, mustn’t there?’.

This chimney is in Lisbon but typical - they're all over the place

This chimney is in Lisbon but typical – they’re all over the place

But as we whizz through yet another small station, past another red-brick chimney, another defunct ceramics factory with an elaborate façade but a roof falling in, another olive grove, another vineyard, the observant one says,

‘Did you see that station clock?’

I didn’t – but keep alert for the next one.

The landscape changes with Portugal. Small-scale, self-sufficient-sized farms give way to larger, commercial fields of crops – and a few new ceramics factories.

‘Yes!’ I hiss as I catch sight of the next clock-watch.

We’ve stepped back in time.

Over an hour ago we were anticipating ten watch, now – it’s ten watch all over again.

We’ve become younger by one hour.

And so we relax. Change at Porto. Make it to Lisbon.

Lisboa Oriente station is magnificent. There’s an Olympic-sized leap to reach the platform, but then – look up. Wow!

You can just see the glass brick lift

You can just see the glass brick lift

A soaring vaulted roof, a glass brick lift for those prepared to wait. And below the tracks, flying concrete arches, shops, a book fair – yet another, they’ve been everywhere in Galicia – and our taxi.

It was unfair to leave Lisbon till last.

Only one full day.

And we’re approaching a state of tourism stupor. Lovely. Fab. Let’s have a siesta.

Our tour company upgraded us to a 5* hotel – and it’s oh-so-soothing. Right in the heart of things, but with a welcome breezy roof terrace in this overheated city. And such perfect service it makes the world feel good.

Metro station

Metro station

We gawp at the Metro station across the road. At a nearby former theatre, now an apartment block with a swimming pool on top and a forest growing from its middle.

The former theatre

The former theatre

We discover the beautiful tessellated pavements are slippery as ice.

Scorched by the day – and the wait for a tram that never comes – we still notice a few odd things, like the grand lift that rises up amid the shops.

But the heat calls for strong measures. We sit with a cold beer gazing on the castle we never quite visit. The sum of our tourist endeavour for the night.

 

 

 

 

Dinner isn’t cheap. But it’s beautiful. Not, to be fair, my favourite meal of the trip, good though it is. Was that the hake at the beach? Or the pulpo in A Coruña? The calamari in Vigo? Or just the cheeses and hams in Pontevedra?

Peach soup with floral garnish

Peach soup with floral garnish

Octopus - as if you couldn't guess

Octopus – as if you couldn’t guess

Heaven. The blue stuff is lemon and basil sorbet

Heaven. The blue stuff is lemon and basil sorbet

Whatever. It’s a work of culinary art.

The waiter couldn’t be more sensitive to our needs – with the exception of the regional wine he selects – delicious, yes, but 14.5% alcohol.

We succumb – and sleep a little restlessly for it. Or was it the basil and lemon ice cream with the … never mind, it was all delicious.

The usual enticing buffet breakfast awaits, fruit slices galore – and today’s new treat – muesli Portuguese style, soaked in milk – plus the famous custard tartlets.

P1020799P1020796P1020794The day starts well. A relaxed walk towards our only goal – the museum of natural science. Walking beneath rustling trees which muffle the traffic.

 

 

 

We miss our turn.

Retracing our steps we still can’t find it.

Hot, thirsty, grumpy (that’s me) we finally seek help and a kind man directs us.

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Atop the first flight of steps – check out the graffiti 😉

I knew it would be up that hill. And probably up those steps. But there’s another set of steps beyond that. Terrific.

We’ve just passed a picture of Mother Teresa when, on reaching the first set of steps, a sad sight greets us. A young man tries to rouse a figure lying shrouded in a blanket, a pair of crutches by ‘its’ side (we can’t tell whether it’s male or female). His partner phones for an ambulance.

Modern Portuguese tile art (the 2nd set of steps)

Modern Portuguese tile art on the wall – the house above is tiled too (the 2nd set of steps)

We leave them doing what they can while the painter busy covering-up graffiti returns to his endless labours.

And finally reach the museum.

Was it worth the trouble? Not entirely. It turns out there’s none of the geology someone was seeking. There’s a separate geology museum, down such a steep hill lined with slippery marble that we abandon all geological aspirations.

 

 

Lunch makes up for it.

Not where we had lunch

Not where we had lunch

Where we had lunch

Where we had lunch

At the bottom of this staircase

At the bottom of this staircase

Beside this window

Beside this window

Under this chandelier made of ...

Under this chandelier made of …

biros!

biros!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a breezy, north-African style building – a former palace I’ve read – now an arty shopping gallery and haven for meat lovers.

We catch a tram – at last – back to town and buy expensive tickets for the red one that tours the city sights.

We wait. And wait. And wait. Even in the shade the heat is meltingly strong. And of course, the tram comes – full.

Not the right tram :-(

Not the right tram 😦

Defeat.

A cheaper evening meal of cheese and breads behind us, we sleep fitfully – a sense of failure lurking – in my mind at least.

Rising early, I peer out of our window.

Beneath the lift

Beneath the lift

‘Let’s go take the lift’ I say, spur-of-the-moment energetic.

And so before we leave stunning, entrancing Lisbon, we rise above the city. Watch the boats on the Tagus River and the planes landing at the airport, barely skimming the tops of the buildings.P1020851P1020853P1020862P1020863P1020864P1020868

 

 

 

 

And with another wonderful breakfast in our full holiday tums, we say end our first real holiday since 1997.

I could make a habit of this …

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6 Responses to ‘Liebchen – sweetness – what watch?’ ‘Ten watch.’ ‘Such watch?’

  1. EllaDee says:

    Daylight saving… is that what accounted for your bonus hour? Happens across state borders here too. Lose one way, gain another. Lisbon looks effortlessly stylish. Even the food, simple but stunning. Arty, interesting but how it is rather than for show. Like an elegant house and host who is comfortable with guests admiring their taste and lifestyle.

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    • We are an hour different form Spain in the UK – but had no idea that Portugal was on the same time as us – it came as a complete surprise. I don;t know if they stay on the same time all the time – we change each spring and autumn as does Spain. More to learn, always. Lisbon is fab, long weekend needs to be planned methinks! Save up the energy, empty the belly and plan meticulously. Well, maybe one of those!

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  2. Have enjoyed reading about your travels (pilgrimage?) across Spain and Portugal. Had a similar panic in Spain with fully booked and delayed trains when heading back to catch a flight from Malaga; you tend to feel a bit anxious near the end of the journey!

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    • Hi Ron – thanks. Yes it was a big shock realising the time had changed – you would have thought there might be an announcement on the train. I thoroughly enjoyed the pilg.irimage (yes, sort of) and am longing to go back before it changes too much… always the traveller’s dilemma, wouldn’t you say? Will we spoil what we discover and learn to love? See you next Jelly, M

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  3. John Kemp says:

    You really kept your trigger finger busy; thanks for all those photos and for widening the horizons of those of us who haven’t been there.

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    • Hello John – yes, took rather too many snaps this trip but I was just so besotted with everything. I did make sure I stopped to enjoy the sights properly though … If ever you feel like a change I thoroughy recommend Galicia. Hospitable and beautiful and full of interesting architecture. And hill-walking! Hope all’s going well. M

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