Yesterday, we kicked off the first day of our time away. After flying overnight to Lisbon, we rallied and hopped on a train to see the coastal towns of Estoril and Cascais. Rested and recovered on the beach.

We had some early evening petiscos on Praca do Comércio, overlooking Ponte 25 de Abril, which looks like a replica of our hometown Golden Gate Bridge.

That evening, we got an extra late start and ended up exploring the streets of Bairro Alto for a late night dinner. We ended up at Zapata, a hole in the wall restaurant that we never would have found if we had been looking for it. We’re fairly certain a Portuguese grandmother was in the kitchen cooking for us.