On to Spain
It’s about 2am local time and we’re on the overnight train from Lisbon to Madrid. We should be pulling into Madrid at roughly 9 am. The train isn’t full so we’re able to stretch out a bit.
Lisbon was an amazing and underrated city. For some reason it was the city we were most excited about visiting — maybe because we had NO knowledge of what to expect. Aside from the food, which I have to say was average, it definitely ranks in my top 5 favorite cities in the world. For those scoring at home, my favs are 1) New York 2) London 3) Lisbon 4) San Francisco 5) Clifton, NJ
I’m not really into seafood, and that’s what dominated most menus in Portugal. Lots of salted cod, sole, etc. Not really bad, but not my favorite.
I may have mentioned this before, but we stayed at a B&B called Zuzabed. It was owned by a guy named Luis. He was born in Mozambique but raised in Portugal. When we mentioned we lived outside Newark, he said “like near Ferry Street?”
He helped us out a ton while we were there and even insisted on giving us a ride in his car to the train station tonight — so we didn’t need to carry our bags across town. Good stuff.
So we’re pretty excited about meeting up with Josh tomorrow. For those who don’t know, Josh is our friend from Montclair. He’s a fellow slacker who also quit his job and has been traveling through Europe since August 1. We plan to travel with him through France, England and Denmark. He also speaks fluent German so that should help us in none of these countries.
OK, I’m going to try and get some sleep in this here chair. Talk to you from Spain later on.