Portugal

To take advantage of the last bank holiday before Christmas, David and I headed to sunny Portugal! I didn’t do a lot of planning for this trip, as we got back from Chicago on Monday and then flew out to Lisbon on Friday, but it was nice to sleep in and just wander around the city. On Sunday, though, I did book an excursion for us. 

Early Saturday afternoon, we decided to do the shortest walk in my guide book around the Estrela and Bairro Alto districts. We were staying in Bairro Alto, so we figured this would be a great way to get to know the area. My guide book estimated the walk to take about 45-minutes, but we took our time, stopping to take lots of pictures and going inside some of the buildings and parks on the map. 

 Our starting point was the Basilica da Estrela

Next, we walked through the Jardim da Estrela 

Parliament Building 

We saw lots of pretty houses with tiled facades… 

… and some not-so-pretty houses that looked like lawsuits waiting to happen. 

All of the sidewalks in Lisbon are tiled. 

 It must’ve taken FOREVER to lay all of those stones. 

The Praca do Comercio, where the royal palace stood for 400 years 

before being destroyed in the earthquake of 1755. 

We had lunch at Muni, a traditional Portugese restaurant. David tried real peri-peri chicken to compare against his favorite fast-food chain in London, Nando’s. We shared the peixinhos da horta (deep fried green beans) and even though it was really hot that day, I had the caldo verde (potato chorizo soup with kale). And of course Portugal is famous for its wine, so we each had a glass. To end the meal, we walked down the road to a bakery and ordered a couple of pasteis de nata, egg-custard pastries.

Then we walked through the hills of Alfama to the Castelo de Sao Jorge. Alfama was the area of the city where all of the Moors lived, and is full of narrow alleyways and humble homes. 

The city’s cathedral, the Se, in Alfama 

When King Henriques recaptured Lisbon from the Moors in the early 1100’s, the castle became the royal residence until the palace in Praca do Comerico was built. The 1755 earthquake also destroyed the castelo, so the current hilltop ramparts are all reconstructions from the 1930’s. But the battlements still offer some of the best views of the city, so we paid admission to look around inside. 

That evening, we had drinks at our hotel’s rooftop bar overlooking the Tagus River before heading to dinner at Pap’Acorda. 

Like Spain, everyone eats much later in Portugal. We arrived at the crowded restaurant at nearly 10:00, and there was still a line out the door an hour later. We didn’t want to wait, so we decided to take the one empty table in the smoking section. Luckily, hardly anyone was smoking.

Pap’Acorda is modern Portugese food. David and I each ordered a 3-course meal with wine. I started with asparagus covered in butter and parmesan, while David opted for the tiniest fried fish I’ve ever seen. You could barely make out their eyes; they were so small that they just tasted like fry. When we saw gazpacho come out for the table behind us, we both wished we had ordered that instead…

For our mains, David had the grouper casserole and I tried the speciality, acorda. For my meal, the waiter brought out a cast-iron skillet containing olive oil, coriander, garlic, shrimp, and dough, with an egg resting in the middle. He mixed everything, “cooking” it in front of me. Apparently this dish is popular with the locals and fishermen, but it looked like gruel. It tasted all right, but I felt like I was eating uncooked bread. David loved his grouper, though. The highlight of the meal was definitely dessert. David ordered a coffee flan, which was fine, but I ordered the chocolate mousse. Again, the waiter came over to the table carrying a huge mixing bowl full of rich, chocolately goodness. He scooped out as much mousse as he could on his giant spoon, and then asked me to scrape the chocolate off of the spoon to ensure I got enough! It was so decadent that I needed David’s help to finish.

Then we went into food comas.

We woke up the next morning bright and early for our excursion – surfing!

We drove about 90 minutes north to Lourinha on the Atlantic coast

Popular beach with the surfers

David had surfed before in New Jersey, but I had never been. Before heading to Portugal, I bought a guidebook and looked up things to do on Trip Advisor. The #1 highlight is Surf School, so we called up Rui and asked him if he had any availability over the weekend. Luckily, he had a couple of spots for us on Sunday, so I thought I’d give it a try. 

David was excited to go surfing again after 9 years!

I love the water and ocean, and spent my summers as a kid visiting my grandparents in California. I would spend all day jumping waves or boogie-boarding off Coronado Island, plus I was a swimmer in high school and a lifeguard for years. So I thought I would be a natural. I had no idea how difficult surfing is! 

I wish... this was NOT us! 

After getting into our wetsuits (the Atlantic is COLD!), we warmed up by jogging along the beach and doing some yoga stretches. Usually for popular excursions, any skill or fitness level is advertised, but not this time! If you are not in shape, you are not going to get up and ride a wave. It makes me wonder about all those surfing movies out there, like Blue Crush. There is no way those giant line-backers popped up and rode those waves. Misleading Hollywood…

Next we headed into the water to jump some waves and then learned how to orient our bodies on the boards. Then we took our boards into the water to learn how to jump waves with the boards. I thought this part was hard, but Rui taught me how to use my elbow to push the board up and over the wave, instead of just my hand. This helped a lot.

Eventually, it was time to boogie-board using the surfboards. The first time I tried lying down and riding a wave to shore, I got rolled. I HATE getting rolled by waves. I came up coughing, sand everywhere, water in my eyes. It was not fun. But I had to get over my fear, and get back on the board.

We each rode a few waves lying down, and then we had to learn how to pop up and stand on the board. This was nearly impossible. Rui was a very patient teacher, but I just could not get the hang of it. Plus we had been in the water for almost 2 hours, so I was pretty tired.

Luckily, it was time for our lunch break, so we ate at the seafood café on the beach, and then took a siesta for 90 minutes before Rui woke us up.

Kids playing soccer on the beach in front of us while we rested

The under-current was really strong after lunch, so every time we tried to catch a wave, we’d be washed down shore and either need to walk or swim back to the group marker. It was absolutely exhausting. David’s calves were killing him. At one point, Rui called us out of the water and moved us further down the beach to avoid being swept away. 

Our group – honeymooners Patrick & Lauren, David & me, Ana & Alberto, and instructors Marina & Rui 

A couple of people in the group actually stood up on their first try and rode some waves. Eventually we all got there… barely. I thought I would have pretty good balance after taking Pilates classes for months now, but trying to balance the board while moving into a standing position, simultaneously being pushed by the waves was incredibly difficult. I got rolled some more, swallowed a lot of water, and the waves were relentless. Every time I tried to catch my breath, another wave would slam into me. Everyone in our group was so brave and strong, though. Lauren even face-planted a couple of times and didn’t even hesitate getting right back in there.

We were worn out after another 2 hours. Towards the end, I wasn’t even trying to stand anymore. I was just lying on my board, catching the waves to shore on my belly. It was so much fun, but I honestly don’t know if I’ll try surfing again. It’s a lot of work, and I don’t know if it’s worth the adrenaline rush. 

All done! 

Our hotel, the Bairro Alto, was the perfect place to crash on Sunday night. Not only is room service available, but each room comes with a DVD player and a selection of movies to rent from the front desk. So we dragged ourselves back to the hotel after Rui dropped us in Lisbon’s main square, quickly showered off all of the saltwater and sand, and then ordered room service and a movie. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open for the ending.

We didn’t wake up on Monday until almost 11. Thank goodness I set my alarm. We hurried down to breakfast before the hotel restaurant closed, and then packed up to just barely make noon checkout.

Even though we layered on the sunscreen, we were still sunburned, and the muscles in our arms and legs ached, so we decided to take it easy on our last day in Lisbon. 

We started off just down the street from our hotel at the Elevador de Santa Justa, built by an apprentice to Gustave Eiffel. Notice any resemblance? 

Lisbon is full of lifts like this because the city is so hilly. The elevators connect streets that are dozens of feet above each other. 

Lisbon reminded us a lot of San Francisco not only because of the hills, but there is also a big red bridge just like the Golden Gate. 

We took the tram from Baixa to Belem to see a few more landmarks before lunch. 

The Torre de Belem was a fortress built 500 years ago as a starting point for the great Portugese navigators, like Magellan and Vasco da Gama. 

Also along the waterfront is the Monument to the Discoveries, built in 1960 to mark the 500th anniversary of the death of Henry the Navigator. Henry financed expeditions along the African coast, laying the foundations for Portugal’s maritime expansion. 

We decided not to ascend to the top of the monument, and strangely, the Tower of Belem closed just as we arrived. So instead, we had a carb-filled lunch along the river at Nosolo Italia. After finishing off a pitcher of white sangria, a calzone, garlic cheese bread, and cheesy pistachio tagliatelle, we took some pics of the St. Jerome Monastery and Presidential Palace. 

Palace

Monastery

Then we said goodbye to warm weather and sunny skies and boarded a plane back to London. To see all of the pictures from our trip, click here.

The Windy City

It's been a little while since our last trip, and going from constant travel (for work/fun) to spending more than 60 days on this island… well, it's made me a bit restless. Ask David and he’ll tell you that I’ve already planned out our next 12 vacations in my head!

Luckily one of David’s good friends from high school, Chris, was getting married in Chicago this August. Chris was an usher in our wedding, and to return the favor, asked David to usher in his. So we headed to Chi-Town! Even though I grew up in the Midwest, I’d never been to Chicago, so I was really excited to get on a plane headed to the windy city!

The moment we landed Thursday afternoon, we headed out to lunch for some American food. We’d heard about Al’s Beef while watching Man v. Food, so we decided to hit up the nearest sandwich stand for some legendary Italian beef sandwiches. The roast beef is sliced extra thin, but the best part is the entire sandwich is dipped in au jus just before serving.  Somehow the bread doesn't get soggy, it just makes everything extra moist and delicious. 

David and I shared a side of cheese fries, made with that yummy, Cheez-Whiz type processed cheese you can only find in the US of A. I love it so much, I had it again as my last meal before flying out, along with a “cheezborger” from the legendary Billy Goat Tavern, made famous by SNL.

But we couldn’t go all the way to Chicago and not have a deep dish pizza! And we had to do it right, so we ate dinner Thursday night at Pizzeria Uno, where deep dish was invented. In 1943, Ike Sewell, a former UT football player, developed the recipe. People flocked to Uno for his pizzas, so he quickly ran out of space.  He decided to open another pizzeria down the road called Due. Later, going back to his Texas roots, he opened Chicago’s first upscale Tex-Mex restaurant. 

Look at all that garlic!  

Eric and David reunited as ushers for the wedding.  Pizza and beer... what more could a guy ask for?

The architecture in Chicago is world-famous, too, so we took a guided river cruise on Chicago's First Lady to learn more about the buildings and city.

Trump Tower was designed by the same person who built the world’s tallest building, the Burj Khalifa.  We thought it looked familiar...

Sear’s Tower 

(I know it's Willis Tower now, but in my mind, it will always be Sear's)

The Tribune Building 

The Chicago Tribune’s correspondents have collected stones from famous buildings they’ve visited while on assignment. The building is made up of these stones from all over the world, including one from each state, the Taj Mahal, Great Wall of China, Petra, Cologne Cathedral, the White House... You name it, they've got it. 

We also passed Chicago’s old post office, or Gotham City Hall from Batman Begins, the Aqua building, the opera house, and on and on. 

The Aqua building (shorter one on the left) was made to look like water is running down the side of it. It's actually more noticeable in photos like this than in real life.

On Friday, David and Eric had a wedding party luncheon to attend so I went shopping on the Magnificent Mile! I knew I could count on American consumerism to finally find a bridesmaid dress for Cristy’s upcoming wedding and some simple black flats. I also found a great sale at the three-story Banana Republic. It was wonderful. 

That evening, we had the rehearsal at Stan Mansion, a former Masonic lodge, and then a cocktail party at a nearby wine bar. Chris and his bride, Lindsey, are huge wine connoisseurs. They got engaged while on a wine-tasting trip in Portugal and are headed to Napa and Sonoma for the first few days of their honeymoon. The wine bar featured a selection of bottles from the different countries they’ve visited together.

Chatting up Chris's dad, Mr. Leikhim

Before the wedding on Saturday, Eric’s girlfriend, Jess, flew in. We met up with them that morning and walked to Millennium Park to see The Bean. 

We stood directly under the Bean and tried to count all of our reflections.

Then we strolled along Lake Michigan before circling back around to the John Hancock Center. 

Jess and I found some "artsy" trees along the lake, 

but the paint totally killed them :(

We just happened to walk in right as the bar was opening on the 95th floor’s Signature Lounge. So we took the elevator straight up (no lines – nice!) and snagged the first window seat. We had some overpriced drinks and bar food for lunch while enjoying the view. 

Hancock Center from the beaches of Lake Michigan

View from our table

David and Eric did a great job that evening at the wedding. Eric was the perfect person to greet the guests, and David escorted Chris’s sister down the aisle... and then stood there pretending to be a groomsman when the route back to his seat was blocked (it was Eric to the rescue on that one).

During cocktail hour after the ceremony, we decided to take some cheesy engagement-style photos on the grounds of the mansion.

Jess and I coincidentally chose very similar dresses for the wedding.  The only difference was a slight variation in the pattern, and hers was a bit darker.  But even the backs were the same!  We looked very matchy-matchy, especially next to David and Eric, who were wearing the same usher suit.

Stephanie (from Natalie’s wedding earlier this summer) also flew in, and we were at the same table as her and her boyfriend from New York. 

It was a really fun wedding, and David couldn’t believe that it was already past 1AM and time to go when the band stopped and all the lights flipped on.

Proud parents of the groom

Things got a little rowdy at the end of the night...

The TASIS boys with the bride

On Sunday, it was the Chicago Air & Water Show. Chris and Lindsey hosted an informal brunch at a cafe on Navy Pier, which was the perfect place to catch all of the action.

After we ate, Eric, Jess, David, and I took a turn on the 

ferris wheel and then flew on the swings. 

 Between the spinning, the view, and the fighter jets flying by, I was totally overwhelmed and didn’t know what to focus on during our swing ride. I think we all felt a little woozy hopping off. 

We said goodbye to Eric and Jess after that, and walked down to the lake to hang out on the beach and watch the Navy air show. It was definitely warm on Sunday, but not really hot. The outside temperature was in the high 70s, but the water temperature wasn’t even close to that! It didn’t stop the locals from swimming, but it did stop us. We only dipped our toes in, before heading into the city center for a snack. 

State Street

We had hot fudge sundaes and milkshakes at Ghiradelli’s across from the old water tower, one of the only structures to survive the Great Chicago Fire. 

They don’t have chocolate syrup in London, so we headed across the street to pick some up at the Hershey's store. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Hershey's has finally started making dark chocolate syrup. And when David told me he'd never had strawberry milk before (poor kid!) we also bought strawberry syrup. 

As much as David wanted to, we 

DID NOT buy this enormous chocolate bar.  

We started the long weekend with a Chicago favorite so we had to end it with a Chicago favorite. Our last stop before heading home was Garrett’s Popcorn off Michigan Avenue. The wait in line was well worth it. We devoured a bag of Butter and a bag of Chicago Mix, caramel and cheddar combined into one glorious bag of popcorn.

Congratulations, Chris and Lindsey! We had a great time in your hometown; thanks so much for making us a part of your wedding! To see all of the pictures from our weekend getaway, click here.