No, that wasn't the last post. This is...maybe.
Our decision to go to Amsterdam came after we made our original flight reservations to and from Portugal. So we had to fly back to Lisboa (Lisbon) so we could catch our flight home.
We had all the usual travel related hoo-ha. The bags were slow coming out in Lisboa. I nearly got decapitated by an incompetent old, evidently inexperienced traveler who had his backpack on his back as he flailed around the narrow isle trying to get he and his woman settled. We wandered around the Lisboa airport looking for the place to get our Covid tests because the map the lab sent did not note there are TWO LEVELS of departure check-ins. We wandered even more trying to walk to our airport hotel because 1) Booking doesn't seem to think it is important to state the hotel has a shuttle, and 2) Maps seemed to thing sending us the great circle route was the best way to get to the hotel...whereas in fact you could walk out the front of the terminal and pretty much see it.
But we had a final mission delegated to us by 2B to secure some bottles that are not easily found in the US. As a result we picked up an Uber for the old town of Lisboa. I was successful in our search but we also needed to eat so had one last Portuguese meal in a little hole in the wall place with a good Google rating. It turned out to be the best of our trip.
Wife again had grilled Sea Bass with chips. It was the best rendition of the trip. The fish was super fresh and the chips were well fried and salted. I had a dish I had wanted to try but couldn't because most of the time it was made for two people...seafood rice.
It was a dish reminiscent of pasta in Italy. It started with the flavor being soft and subtle but growing with each bite and never overpowering even at the very end.
We even had dessert which was unusual for us. The tarte was a type of custard that is so popular here. The concoction in the glass was like a tirmasu sundae.
It was a very nice way to end up our trip. We fly home tomorrow.
2 comments:
What an awesome surprise to have a great meal so the end!
Although I assume Aunt de-I hates coffee as much as my father does. Did she like the tiramisu sundae?
flying on a well fed belly, no less!
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