Wouldn't you know, I finally made it for a proper tour about the Castelo de São Jorge, after how many attempts?
In spite of having my share of archeological discovery as of late, this did not disappoint for fail to delight. The views alone from the castle walls make this well worth anyone's while. I happened to pick a perfect time to be perched above the city, the sun just beginning it's descent, Lisbon glowing below like I have never seen.
I of course rounded out my evening with another visit to my terrace, another order of olives, another Super Bock. I'm not sure how much time I'll be able to devote again to this city before leaving this country so this very well might be my last time being able to do so, so I soaked in every minute of that sunset before heading back.
I strolled home the long way, taking all the typical side streets and twists and turns. Whether it's the obvious slope of the streets that orients a person, or the general good vibes of Lisbon for me, I always manage to find my way home.
Of course I am tempted to tiptoe around the metaphor here for my life or love of Portugal, but I'll let you fill in the blanks.
For now, so long, and on to the next. The adventure continues to continue.
