So while I was trying to decide whether to go back to work or take advantage of a little holiday, LF turned up on the doorstep...one thing lead to another and a couple of days later found the two of us flying to Portugal for a short break. Now I probably should have thought this through beforehand, but to embark on a 10 day holiday with a women you've broken-up with twice in the last 6 months isn't the best of ideas. This truth dawned on me on the first day while walking around Lisbon. Old town with narrow cobbled streets full of smells and sounds - is this romantic (European idea) or just another old town that needs pulling down and replacing with new skyscrapers (South American mind-set)? It went downhill from there. We hired a car and went to Sintra - lovely old castle or pile of rocks? Drove down to the Algarve - quaint fishermans villages with sandy beaches or ....? I'm sure you've got the picture. We did find a lovely hotel up in the mountains with a Spa where they gave a fantastic room, breakfast included and free massage for the princely sum of 40 Euros, but even this wasn't enough to stop the moaning. So I booked another flight and came home early, back to work to the suprise of all my work colleagues. Ah well, another experience to add to the filing cabinet of life. Portugal was nice though, I'll probably go back there (alone), hopefully on the Triumph if Sandy ever finishes it.
|Trams move so slow the graffiti artists are in heaven|
|Problem with pigeons?|
|Not bad for 40 Euros|