After five draining but delightful days spent in Portugal’s capital city, we head back to our home country tomorrow morning.
Although there are a great many things I’ve enjoyed about Lisbon, the thing I’ll miss most is what Laura and I now lovingly refer to as “porch coffee”. Both of our hotel rooms, one stacked on top of the other a single floor apart, have balconies that open out toward Avenida da Liberdade, a main boulevard in the center of town. Every morning since we arrived we’ve taken turns hosting the other for a morning “porch coffee” on the balcony, a tradition consisting of tiny cups of Nespresso, whatever miniature pastries we can abduct from the lobby and sleepy small talk.
One thing I will not miss, however, is my balcony’s alternate use: laundromat.