Jill and I agreed to get up around 7:30AM, but when I woke up at 6AM, I gave up on sleep and decided to get dressed.
Ugh... I hate when that happens... and unfortunately, it happens far too frequently.
Being a shift worker can suck, sometimes.
Because the ship is constantly changing time zones
Oh! Of course. Trans-Atlantic... Dumb of me that I never thought of that.
I was doing stuff on my phone when it read 7:58. Jill was still sleeping and I told her she better wake up, if we were going to get off the ship at 9AM. To which she informed me that it was only 7AM. Doh!
I took these snaps on the ship when no one else was awake.
Looks almost spooky. Thank goodness there weren't a pair of twins at the end of a hallway.
We would be having some fun (and blurry) times in here on the ship!
Jill was skipping any food in the morning as we had a secret food tour planned that day.
I swear I won't tell a soul.
I was able to capture sunrise photos from our balcony while finishing breakfast.
You do love your sunrise photos.
The city was right there as soon as we exited the port.
So... not being much of a cruiser... is that not normal? Or were you just clarifying?
Jill found an ATM (which was a total rip off)

I hate that. And it shouldn't be allowed, IMHO.
All throughout the tour we were absolutely delighted by the words of wisdom from this entitled white American Guy (from Maine), who was constantly trying to impress everyone with his accomplishments and knowledge, especially about Morocco, which Jill and I kept wondering how in the heck that applied to what the guide was telling us about her city, Lisbon.
Oh, brother.
Remind me to tell you of the time... (No!
Two times!) I put someone like that in their place. It was partially accidental, and he was actually a nice guy, but...
In 1755 Lisbon was struck by a huge earthquake somewhere in the magnitude between 7 to 9, possibly closer to 9.
Holy smokes!
Most people had returned from church and were at home with many candles lit in their homes to celebrate the holiday. As a result of the shaking the candles started huge fires in the wooden homes.
Oh, no....
To make matters worse, as the people fled the fires, they ran towards the sea, only to be engulfed in the resulting Tsunami generated by the massive earthquake.
Oh, geez. Even now, people don't react well to Tsunamis. I was just reading (on the anniversary of the Indonesia tsunami) how a young girl saved hundreds of people because she recognized the signs. But not many did.
So there are no buildings older than 1755 in Lisbon.
The other is the man who invented the Lobotomy, so in the words of our guide, “We don't speak of him much.”

(IYKYK)
Rumor has it that the guy who built this building was a wealthy diamond merchant and he placed a diamond inside each of the pointed pyramids for safe keeping. That's why now some of them are broken off. Truth or fiction? We'll never know!
I'm gonna go with fiction. If it was true... after the first one was broken, they'd
all be broken.
We walked quite a ways, but she assured us that there was wine at the end of the walk.
Ah! The incentive.
In the back they had a little tasting room and she poured us all a glass of Port.
Considering you bought some, I'm gonna presume you liked it.
She explained to us that in Portugal, Port is not an after dinner drink, but a welcome drink. That is why we were beginning with that.
That's nice. I like that.
It's the British Navy that changed its function. They liked it as an after dinner drink, and because they went everywhere in the world, and spread their customs throughout the world.
Huh!
Lots of customs have been formed by the British Navy, I think. (Don't ask me to name any.)
Bifanas do Afonso where we were served Bifana (traditional pork sandwich). In the picture you'll see squirter bottles of mustard and a chili sauce. I thought the sandwich was rather tasty and enjoyed the portion. It was one of the better food options on the tour.
That sounds really good.
At the beginning of the tour we told her that we didn't care for beer and she offered us something else. But the beers were poured, that's them sitting behind the sandwiches. We were able to find someone to drink them though.
Funny how you can always find someone to drink your beer.
It's called a green wine, because it's young, nothing to do with the type of grapes or region where it's produced.
I had no idea!
When the town was rebuilt, this section of the town actually chose to rebuild just as it had been before the disaster
That doesn't surprise me. You miss your home.
After passing through streets where there were always many outlets so that a person in flight could escape their pursuer. I’m not sure if you can tell in this picture but at the top of the steps there are several routes one could run to get away from people in pursuit.
Pursuit? As in defensive against invaders? Or...
the passage. It is lined with photos of many of the elders in the village. A photo journalist spent time interviewing them and taking their pictures and telling their stories.
Very nice.
I particularly enjoyed this menu sign at the restaurant just outside the passage way.
Once we arrived all Jill could focus on was the shoddy wiring job for the cable/satellite boxes!
Good to know there's a job for Jill there if she wants it.
This is the Sardine w/ Escabeche Sauce.
So... I'd be all over that. Yum!
of the guests who actually try them she has converted 99% that sardines are good food
See?
Well I am in the 1%. I did give it the old college try. In fact I took two bites, but that was all I could muster. Honestly it was just gross.
Oh. Well, nevermind, then.
the cheese had a weird rind on it that i didn't eat.
Were you meant to eat it? The rind, I mean.
At one time, the Jews were trying to flee Portugal, but the ruler closed the borders and declared all citizens Christians. One sure fire way to be discovered and ratted out as a Jew in Christian territory is to show that you do not eat pork. These sausages were crafted from poultry and were therefore still kosher. The Jews could pretend they were eating pork while keeping their secret safe.
That's a cool (although a little sad, too) bit of history.
Grilled Codfish / Codfish Brás.
I didn't know codfish even needed to wear bras. Huh.
There were two people in our group who wouldn't eat seafood, and three of us who wouldn't eat olives.
So the "secret" part of the tour is nobody could eat the food.
Not sure what was going on with this upside down Tiana picture….
That's weird.
see the building with the shoddy cable wiring up there?
A travesty! Get Jill on that, stat!
As we walked along we saw this doll hospital, with blood fountain and all!
The
what now?????
And we passed a shop where they sold the salt cod and tinned Sardines.
Betting you stocked up to bring some home, right?
No?
She suggested that we hold on tight to our wallets as there were a lot of pick pockets in this neighborhood.
Finally we entered a shop Casa do Alentejo where we were served (Preserved) candied figs.
I'm not even 100% sure if I remember what a fig tastes like. And I don't think I've ever had a preserved fig.
Remember I said I’d show you a trippy picture, to get the cabs from where we were we had to walk across this topsy turvy paved square. It made me dizzy!
Whoa... yeah, that looks like a fall waiting to happen.
They didn't even ask how many bottles of wine we brought back, or if we brought any!
Score!