So today is Drew's half-marathon day and a day for me to get to know Lisbon better.
Morning
Sunday dawned and I woke at 5.30am and used the in-room coffee machine to make coffee for the two of us while finishing the post about Saturday. The sun was peeking through a sea-mist (I want to call it a haar mist, but I think that particular mist is more redolent of Yorkshire and Scotland than the Mediterranean, but you get the idea.)
After showers and other ablutions, we went down for breakfast at 7am as it opened and were again impressed by the range of items available. Today the 'unusual' food item, there seems to be one each day, it was pot-sticker yesterday, is a battered crab claw. Unusual for breakfast, but tasty all the same.
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Crab claw on the left. |
We went back to the room and Drew was dressed and ready to travel across the City to the race by 8.20am.
I spent a little time naming photos from yesterday and then headed out to Mass at 8.40am.
Mass
The great thing about being in a Catholic City like Lisbon is that the number of churches is enormous. Within a ten-minute walk of the hotel there are four churches, I choose the nearest, dedicated to St. John of God, or in Portuguese - Igreja de São João de Deus. It was just 200 yards from the hotel.
This large, 1950s Church was open and airy and had a really welcoming atmosphere. The sanctuary area was very open and behind the altar were three panels detailing the life of St. John of God.
St. John, a native of Portugal, was a soldier in the army of the Holy Roman Empire. on returning home he worked to alleviate the poverty which was rife at the time. In 1537 he heard a sermon by the Carmelite St. John of the Cross and committed himself to a life of service for the sick and poor, establishing a group of fellow workers into a community called the Order of Hospitallers (or when he was recognised as a saint - the Order of Hospitallers of St. John of God) which continues to serve in 42 countries around the world today.
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St. John of God |
I arrived at 8.45am and the church was full by the time Mass started at 9.00am, not a bad attendance for a church which has nine Sunday masses each week!
Mass for today, the Third Sunday of Lent, was focussed on the story of the Samaritan women, even with my non-existent Portuguese I could get the drift of the short, focussed, homily about allowing Jesus to give us living water, so that we rely on him as the source of peace and hope. (At least, that's my best guess!) There was certainly an air of trust and hope in the delivery
The small choir who led the hymns also sang jolly tunes - even though, without a book, I couldn't sing along! It was interesting, in both the hymns and the homily, to see how many words of Portuguese that are familiar to me from Spanish and others which sound very alien to my years. A good example of this is the first prayer of the Mass, the sign of the cross:
in Portuguese: Em nome do Pai e do Filho e do Espírito Santo. Amém.
in Spanish: En el nombre del Padre, y del Hijo y del Espíritu Santo. Amén.
where the Spanish is closer to the Latin for Father, the Portuguese for Son and both for the Holy Spirit.
Mass finished just before 10am and I took photos of the amazing statues and paintings in the Church - they are all available on Flickr - starting here
Wandering the streets of Lisbon
I'd been debating with myself whether to get back on to the Metro to the central part of the City or do some exploring? I have the sense that, having been here since Friday, I didn't really have a handle on the City and how it fitted together, so coming out of church, feeling uplifted, into the 76F sunny day I decided walking would let me explore.
This is the route I ended up following:
As it turns out it was almost a straight line, but it gave me a sense of the different parts of the City in the way dropping into a subway, and turning up somewhere else, can never do.
I saw some amusing street art
I came across a statue to one of the most famous Portuguese, Magellan, who was the first to circumnavigate the world
Some intriguingly decorated buildings and beautifully decorated doors
As I progressed further, I came across the famous Lisbon trams, these on route 28 The walk took me to some of the, also famous, Lisbon hills, one in particular, Tv. De Palma, that gave a choice between stairs or a lift, it was very steep.
to the left in the picture above.
I had a coffee and a sparkling water and managed the dialogue, with the help of a bit of swotting on Google Translate in advance, until reverting the gracias (Spanish), not obrigado (Portuguese) for the thanks at the end!!
On turning around the next corner it became apparent why, Dom Joao I (King John 1st) was the name for the cafe, his statue was sitting right at the centre of the next square
The straight line of my walk veered a little here, as I could see another large plinth in the next square, so turned right into that. It was the square of Dom Pedro IVthis square was also accompanied by a steep ascent on one side at the end of the square was a grand arch called Arco do Bandeira and a busy street beyond
the busy street, Rua dos Sapateiros, tempted me down, indeed this is the view of the rear of the Arch from that street -
A little further and the street to the right was climed by another of the amazing lifts (elevadors) which are all around the city. This one Elevador de Santa Justa is very fine work indeed. All of a sudden, having left the street with the Elevador, I realised I'd arrived somewhere I knew. Indeed I was at the back of the arch I had seen on my first night in the City, the Arco da Rua Augusta Coming through the Terreiro do Paço I got another view of the bridge, wreathed in the sea mist that I'd seen earlier from the hotel. I hoped it meant that the race might have been a bit cooler for Drew than walking had been for me, but more of that in a moment. From the front I found a new metro station on one of the lines on which we had not yet travelled, so my return journey meant catching the blue line (azul) from to Terreiro do Paço station to São Sebastião station and then walking the mile back to the hotel arriving at 1.15pm.
The Race
Drew meanwhile had found his route to the bridge and the start of the route with ease.
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Arriving at the Bridge |
However, the pleasant looking mist which was across the river wasn't a deep fog, so on the bridge itself, the sun was quite intense and the whole race very hot.
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On the bridge in the sun |
Drew found the need to hydrate himself more on this occasion than in his last half-marathon in Copenhagen, but he survived and did a decent time of 2:34:53
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Completion Time |
which was a little slower than his Copenhagen time of 2:26:08, but well with target and took account of the extra hydration points and the heat.
Having finished the race Drew made good use of his travel card and caught a bus back from Belam, the finish line to Cais do Sodré and a metro back to Alameda.
He arrived at the hotel at 2pm with a very smart medal for his efforts.
Dinner
It was time for a rest and a decompress for both of us, Drew read, I uploaded some photos and we both took it easy until going out for dinner.
Just as on the evening before a race we need to find a pasta place for Drew's carb loading, so the evening of the race demands not going very far for food. This worked really well in Copenhagen when we only had to walk the length of the railway station platform to get from the hotel to Nimb Brasserie and we also had a nearby place sorted for today. It was three blocks, less than .3 of a mile from the hotel. This was a tiny Vietnamese restaurant called A Cozinha Vietnamita, which Google tells me translates to The Vietnamese Cuisine.
We had booked a table online, but it quickly became clear that it wasn't really a place you needed to book.
It might have looked like it was a hole in a wall and it quickly became clear that the staff were a husband, wife and their two children (well they weren't really staff, but were sent out to buy fresh ingredients as they were needed), but the quality of the food was excellent.
When we arrived there were only one other table in use, though in truth there were only six tables in total. The other table was occupied by four Americans and they, like us, were overwhelmed by the quality of the food. Simple, but authentically Vietnamese.
For starters Drew choose Nem Vietnam, known as summer rolls or spring rolls. The crispy shell was delicious and the salty, tangy sauce was delightful when dipped in. Indeed, not only were the rolls dipped, but the lettuce was all consumed by using the sauce with it.
I opted for Tom Chien which translates to fried shrimp, but which was lightly battered in a chilli flavoured batter served was a whiter, possibly coconut, sauce than Drew's.
The shrimp was golden and crispy, its outer casing light yet tangy. Yet again, simple but delicious.
Since our first taste of Pho in Wichita, Kansas, we have been keen on this delicious dish. Indeed, since the restaurant of the same name opened in Cardiff we have been frequent visitors. Therefore we were not disappointed by the main course choices which was Pho with a variety of main ingredients. Drew went for Pho Bo, a beef pho
While I opted for Pho Ga, the chicken version.
If you haven't eaten Pho, why not? It is hearty, healthy and full of fresh ingredients. Unlike its Japanese cousin, Raman, it uses rice noodles with the broth and normally, as here, has bean sprouts, fresh herbs, limes and chillies. Both bowls were empty by the time we left and returned to the hotel, we got back at 8.30pm feeling content and replete.