Guest Blogging 101

Moorish castle on the rocky outcropping above our hostel.

I am guest blogging. That's what Becca told me. Apparently even when the blog is 50% about you, you are a guest. Of course, you would know that Becca didn't write this entry because I sound nothing l like her....at least I don't think so. Maybe it's likes being sisters and thinking you look nothing alike when in reality you are practically identical. Anyways, you decide. 

That all being said, we made it to Sintra! This is what today looked like:
- pack up and stow bags at hostel in Lisbon
- 9.30 head to awesome metal elevator in the center of the city that we attempted and failed to take 3 times the day before
- get on metro to water, transfer to bus, head for tile museum
- 10.30 very kind old Portuguese woman walks lost Americans to the museum
- ART EXTRAVAGANZA
- stop for coffee, realize we are starving, and head for grocery store to get a snack
- 12.00 failed attempt to find post office
-12.30 tapas for lunch. Tapas may be Spain's greatest contribution to the world thus far.
- back to hostel, grab bags, and hit the road.....aka tiled sidewalk...for the train station
- 1.30 take train to Sintra, walk to new hostel, check in with the very frazzled new girl
- find bakery that welsh cook at Portuguese hostel recommended. Mmmmmmm.
- make way up mountain by foot to large, old, fabulous castle. Funny thing, there are very high walls and no railings. And everyone seems to survive just fine. Take note, USA.
- meet sweet couple from Calgary in castle
- hike down mountain. We took only one wrong turn AND came upon the gatehouse so it was totally worth it.
- eat at funky cafe
- stroll home.....and here we are

Takeaway: never try to convince me that we were not created to create. I won't believe you.

View from our room