It was difficult finding the entrance to Lisbon’s tile museum.  When I asked an old man who was walking down the street, he walked with us all the way there – around a large block – which we thought was very kind of him. Laurel loves paintings and sculptures of babies that look like ugly,…

Today after brunch and an adventure in purchasing mass transit cards, we had to use the restroom and just happened to be by “The World’s Sexiest WC.” After paying one Euro apiece, we (Laurel & I) selected from many colors of toilet paper and used the toilets and then the giant yellow sink. There are…

Our after-dinner walk was so pretty with the light reflecting off the wet tiled pavement that I wanted to do another blog post just for that. Our hotel is kind of artsy, funky and has paintings of Portuguese artists, actors, and writers on doors. A door near ours features Carmen Miranda. Until now, I just…

I’ll blog about Barcelona another day, but today we walked around lovely, calm Lisbon. When we checked into our hotel last night, the front-desk receptionist showed us a city map and pointed to the Alfama neighborhood, saying that it has the oldest buildings because it wasn’t damaged by the earthquake. Earthquake? Laurel knew what she…