We quickly established a wake up routine in Lisbon: a big mug of coffee on our sunny balcony followed by a quick run to the nearest bakery to get about 12 pastels de nata. The more I’ve been looking through my Portugal photos, the more disgusted I get by the number of pastels we must’ve had.
This day started like every other day. Feeling strong after one of R.’s turkish coffee creations and five pastels, we headed out for a day of sightseeing around Torre de Belem and Jeronimos Monastery. The weather was glorious, about 24 degrees warm and the evening light was, once again, incredible.
It was a long day of walking and sightseeing, our handicapped O. was particularly exhausted, and overall morale was kinda low. THIS CALLS FOR MORE PASTELS! We visited the birthplace of the delicious custard pastry and ordered a round -it’s as simple as that to put a smile back on our faces. Classic L. being more excited than the rest. We eventually headed back to the city centre, grabbed some nibbles and wine enjoyed the sunset by the sea. And once again, it was a colour-intense sundown accompanied by O.’s good tunes. You never fail to impress us, Lisbon. Life is good.
