After five draining but delightful days spent in Portugal’s capital city, we head back to the United States tomorrow morning.
Although there are a great many things that I’ve enjoyed about Lisbon, the thing I’ll miss most is what Laura and I have lovingly dubbed “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 our arrival we’ve alternated hosting the other for “porch coffee” on the balcony, a tradition that consists of tiny cups of Nespresso, whatever miniature pastries we can abduct from the stash in the lobby and sleepy small talk.
A thing I will not miss, however, is my balcony’s other use: dryer