Lisbon
Last Week on the Road
My Epic Journey So Far
Today’s Weather Report
Clouds are scattered in Lisbon’s sky today, like lost children in a bustling marketplace. At a cool 15.57°C, it’s a temperature perfect for a gnome – not too hot to melt my paint, but not cold enough to freeze my beloved ceramic boots. The humidity of 79% makes my beard frizzier than a dandelion in the wind, and the breezy 4.63 m/s wind speed is threatening to blow off my pointy hat. But no matter, I am Oliver, the most fashionable gnome in Lisbon today!
Gnome Roaming to Lisbon
One thing I’ve observed on my journey is the stark contrast between these two locations. Cabo da Roca, the westernmost point of mainland Europe, is a place where the land ends and the sea begins. It’s a place of raw, wild beauty where the wind whispers ancient tales in your ear. As the poet Luís de Camões wrote, “Aqui… Onde a terra se acaba e o mar começa…” (“Here… Where the land ends and the sea begins…”).
Then there’s Lisbon, a vibrant city that hums with life and culture. It’s like a mosaic of different eras, cultures, and stories – a true melting pot. The locals, or lisboetas, have a saying: “Quem não viu Lisboa, não viu coisa boa” (“Who hasn’t seen Lisbon, hasn’t seen anything good”). I couldn’t agree more!
In this short span of 31.9 kilometers, I’ve journeyed from the edge of the world to a city that’s a world unto itself. It’s been a whirlwind 2 days on the road, but as another local saying goes, “Não há duas sem três” (“There are no two without three”). So, onto the next adventure!
Stay tuned for more of Oliver’s observations, meus amigos. Até a próxima! (Until next time!)
Wandering Lisbon’s Streets
Gnome’s Petite Paint Puddle
Painted en plein air while taking in the sights of Lisbon.
— Oliver the Gnome, aspiring artist
Tram-pling Through Lisbon!
The second thing worth noting is the city’s dedication to art. This is the birthplace of the poet Fernando Pessoa, after all. In the streets, you will find the most beautiful Azulejos (traditional painted tiles). Some depict historical events, others just want to make you smile. But they all remind you that in Lisbon, “A vida é arte” (Life is art).
Riding the Tram of Tarts and Tunes
Lisbon, or Lisboa as us locals call it, is a city of contrast. The daily life here is a vibrant mix of old and new. You’ll awaken to the crow of roosters and the scent of freshly baked Pastéis de Nata (custard tarts). The streets echo with “Bom dia” (Good morning) as people shuffle to work. The afternoons buzz with the chatter of al fresco “cafezinhos” (small coffees), while the iconic Tram 28 clinks past. As the sun sets, the city transforms. The soulful strumming of Fado music seeps out from dimly lit taverns, and the locals exchange “Boa noite” (Good night) as they retreat to their tiled homes. In Lisbon, each day is an unfolding story, a living history that continues to thrive.
Lisbon Larks: A Gnome’s View
See you tomorrow!
