LISBON. TOUCHES... Part 3. Escape to the ends of the earth or "Happy birthday to me!"
Although this opus is not about Lisbon, but about Cape Roca and the fabulous Quinta da Rigaleira, I left it in the title, because Lisbon was the basis of this trip.
And how it all began can be learned from the stories
"LISBON. TOUCHES… Part 1. Almost a love story”
"LISBON. TOUCHES… Part 2. A little about the sights and not only))»
Cape Roca
And then the hour X came - and I turned 40! Funny age. As they joke in social networks - someone becomes a grandmother, someone is going to get married, and someone is on maternity leave : )) I don’t fit into any of these categories... But I was going to the End of the World. Let us become over time adult uncles and aunts, but we want unusual things : )) And even, probably, more than in childhood. So I decided to start another dozen of my life in an unusual way. . .
We decided to go to Cape Roca first, and then to Sintra, and there we would have enough strength. As I previously read that it is closer to the cape from Cascais. That's where we went. Yes, and my husband liked the idea of Cascais, for sure, for most boys, the word "Cascais" is clearly not associated with a city in Portugal))
To find the 403 bus to Cape Roca, after leaving the Cascais train station, you need to turn right, not straight (there, by the way, McDonald's, if anything), not somewhere else, but to the right... Well, I was all prepared, but the cheat sheet I posted it somewhere, but it’s not given to remember, it’s already become old : )) I’m glad that we weren’t the only ones who got lost. So for negligent tourists (like me) I am attaching a diagram
The fare for February 2018 Cascais - Cape Roca 3 euros with a penny, Cape Roca - Sintra 4.25 euros (for sure, because the ticket was preserved)
I think many on their birthdays, and especially at the turn of the decade, are overtaken by a certain philosophical mood. So I was all so thoughtful and reflective, riding in this bus: the ocean is far to the left,
a flock of cyclists in acid-colored T-shirts looms in front, annoying the bus driver - the path is narrow, you should take a picture, a funny shot could have turned out, but the driver has already somehow managed to overtake... Well, you, mother, have gone somewhere then to Portugal... And somehow everything is so simple and easy, as if not four thousand kilometers from home...
And here it is - the Ocean! Here it is - the End of the World!
Cheerful, bright…
For some reason, I expected to see something menacing, strict, always leaden clouds, blowing the wind off my feet... And here it’s almost a resort)) And the breeze is light - so that only the hair is artistically scattered.
Well, that's nothing special, water and stones,
and bewitching. Breadth or something, space, well, the awareness of the "extreme"))
Happy birthday to me!
40 years, it seems, is not customary to celebrate, but no one bothers us to drink to health, and even on the edge of the earth
Of course, we were lucky with the weather! Such a gift from nature: in the afternoon +18, in the morning, it was really chilly, but what to do - winter, after all : )). And only on February 25, the final day of our stay in Lisbon, light clouds appeared in the sky, and already on the 26th weather sites showed rain. We managed to…
Quinta da Regaleira
In Sintra, the program had to be cut mercilessly. A place without visiting which, by no means, I can live in the foreseeable future, I have identified Quinta da Regaleira. Here's some interesting arithmetic: the fare on the 435 bus from the Sintra railway station (by the way, the stop is also to the right of the exit from the station building) to Quinta one way is 1.1 euros, and if there and back 2.5.
Quinta de Rigaleira - what a mysterious and beautiful place!
This is a fairy tale come to life with magic and secrets.
Eh, if it weren't for the crowds, just a crowd of tourists. . . It was Saturday, apparently this affected the number of visitors. Well, really, oh, a lot! This, of course, somewhat prevented me from enjoying the magic of the park and the palace, so that I could plunge headlong into the fairy-tale world.
But, anyway, this place fascinated me. Hooked! My! All these transitions, paths to nowhere and from nowhere. . .
So what are you - hellish circles)
And even my companion, who refused to climb grottoes with me
and having sat most of the time on a bench, he appreciated the beauty and mystery of the park and the palace.
If I still manage to visit Sintra, I will definitely come back!
Conclusion
That's all, that's the idiot's dream come true : ))! So little we managed to see in three days in Lisbon, but so many impressions remained. I wanted to visit Portugal so much, and now I want to continue my acquaintance with it even more. All will be! But later))
Good luck to everyone, and the most vivid impressions!
