Lisbon Portugal to Porto Portugal

Arrived in Lisbon way too early after the long jaunt from JFK NYC. Not much time to waste, needing to catch my train to Porto. Grabbed a ride to the train station. Marveled at the city sights, while my head was still groggy. Lisbon is the largest city in Portugal with lots to do but I have little time.
I caught my train...barely. Passed out on the ride up to Porto. All I remember are the beautiful lush hills and white washed houses with orange Terracotta roofing. The scenery flashed by and I awoke just as we arrived at the station in Portugal.
Porto, bright and sunny. Headed up with my backpack, trying to get a bearings for the room Terry had arranged. Had to jump thru a few hoops, paid a muni tax, got the key, struggled with the door lock, even with the aid of a fellow resident. Ugh.
Took another needed nap (double siesta!) and then hit the streets. Porto is flush with outdoor cafes, mini mercardos and tiendas. I got into the rhythm of the city, sitting in a cafe overlooking the Douro River and Dom Luis Bridge.
Terry caught a later flight than I and arrived in Porto along about 9pm. We met at an outdoor cafe and shared our first Port. We conversed with a couple from Shanghai for a spell. We were both pretty excited to kick off the journey so we dashed back to our room, cleaned up and crashed.Read more