A new way of traveling

A new way of traveling

A new experience or simply just a very different way of traveling to what I am used to has begun. Going from traveling alone with a backpack to traveling with a currently 8-month-old baby is definitely different and the first thing that strikes me is, how much packing is needed. Whether it is a weekend trip or a 6-month trip around the world, the baby needs the same no matter what. Luckily the second-hand market is fantastic and you can find everything for a reasonable price, less fun though that one-piece suit we bought for the little one from a nice lady in Högdalen tested positive for explosive substances at the security check, the fact that we also had a thermos in our luggage actually made the whole thing even more fun.

However, we were let through and have now landed in Faros, Portugal. A rental car was picked up at the airport and after a couple of minor mishaps we are now in Armação de Pêra where we have rented an apartment for a couple of nights before we move on. Another thing about traveling with babies is that they really need their rest, and we need ours. This means that even though we landed fairly early in the day, we haven’t had time to do much more than get here and land in the apartment with the purchase of various basic goods that may be needed and now we are completely exhausted so it will be an early evening.

Despite or regardless of whether this is a new way of traveling, it feels very, very good to be on the road again. There are few things that can make you feel as alive as carrying a backpack, discovering new environments, cultures or just a new neighborhood. Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned, like today’s lunch where I ordered a fish stew that would have been enough for a whole football team, but most of the time it just generates a laugh and a happy memory to think back on.

Armação de Pêra

Strandpromenaden i Armação de Pêra, Portugal

Enough that it was an early evening yesterday, but it was perhaps not entirely voluntary that I got up in the morning, long before the sun rose to cook porridge, play with the babblers and at the same time try to make sure that the noise level is kept down so that we neither wake the wife of the household nor the neighbors. Not an easy task and just in time for sunrise I got proof of my failure when I was relieved by a somewhat sleepy wife. No harm done, however, and I got to go for a run along the beach promenade at sunrise which was absolutely fantastic.

Otherwise the day has been very passive, we have explored the village we live in which is cozy but quite sleepy as we are off season but when you walk around here and see all the cafes, bars and restaurants I can imagine that under the high bed there are a lot of people here. In other words, they suit me perfectly to be here now. The weather is warm enough to be able to walk in shorts and a t-shirt even though I haven’t dared to go swimming in the sea yet. There are enough cafes and bars open for me to be satisfied and you don’t have to fight the hordes to find somewhere to sit, perfect in my opinion.

Faro, Portugal

Faro hamn, klassisk "I Love..." skylt

We may have landed in Faro but when we took the rental car and drove straight to our accommodation in Armação de Pêra we decided to take the car back to Faro today to explore the city. My main goal that I had been eyeing for a while was to visit the “Capela dos Ossos” whose English name is “Chapel of Bones of Faro”. The chapel which is part of the church consists of skeletons from more than 1200 monks. As I wrote though, it is part of the church which means that the opening hours are limited and of course there was a funeral today when I so I could never get in and look and from the outside, well then it looked like any old church, the disappointment is huge but that’s how it is sometimes.

We simply had to regroup and set our sights on visiting the old town instead. Partly the walk to and through the old town but also when we drove around the town before we found our way out means that I think I got a good picture of Faro and I have to say that it is not only positive. It is quite rough, the alleys are narrow, dirty and filled with graffiti, many of the houses feel abandoned and ready to collapse which makes it not at all pleasant to walk around the town. On the other hand, some streets and neighborhoods are the exact opposite and meet all the expectations one might have of a really old Roman city.

One thing is clear, if you want nightlife, restaurants, shopping or other activities, Faro is a much better choice than Armação de Pêra. In Faro you will find all the modern shops and even fast food like McDonalds, but I’m probably old enough that I prefer the lukewarm here in the fishing village instead.

Tavira, Portugal

Grillad bläckfisk i Tavira, Portugal

We chose to spend New Year’s Eve “at home”, with take-away food and a fight against our internal clock to stay awake until midnight, a fight we lost by about an hour even though the bubble was on cooling and we woke up to the sound of bombs and rockets at midnight.
It was probably a real party yesterday because when we decided to drive to Tavira this morning, we were pretty much alone out, both in the villages and on the roads.

I read somewhere that Tavira is the most beautiful town on the Algarve coast but after visiting Faro and being quite disappointed my expectations were not very high and I admit, I was wrong. The town, which is older than old, has clear traces of Roman times and the Moors but as the simple man that I am, I chose to wander around the narrow alleys, look at the orange/lemon trees with the fruit in full bloom, enjoy the sun and above all enjoy life instead of burying myself in history. Everything here feels taken care of and if you compare it to Faro it is like night and day, of course there are abandoned houses and graffiti here too but not at all to the same extent. No matter how I turn and twist it, Tavira makes me want to just get lost in the alleys and back streets while Faro made me be a little wary of which alley you entered. There was probably a big party yesterday because when we decided to drive to Tavira this morning we were pretty much alone out, both in the villages and on the roads.

I heard that Tavira is also the octopus capital, whether it’s true or not I’ll leave it unsaid but I had grilled octopus for lunch and even though it took almost an hour to get it to the table due to a mess in the kitchen, it was worth the wait, absolutely delicious!

Albufeira, Portugal

Albufeira, Portugal

Albufeira is located in the exact opposite direction of Lagos, which was our destination for the day, so of course we headed there. A small town, built for mass tourism and according to rumors in town everyone goes here to party. We had no plans to party at all, but it might be fun to check out another village before we check out of our apartment in Armação de Pêra and drive to Lagos.

Driving in Portugal is easy, sure, there is maybe a bit more traffic than back home in Sweden but not chaos like in some countries (cough, Albania, cough) and even though they have tolls everywhere, they are smooth and above all, there is plenty of free parking. Of course there are parking garages you can pay to park in but so far we have managed to avoid having to pay for a single parking space, we like that! But enough about them, how was Albufeira?

I probably would have loved them 20-25 years ago, English and Irish pubs everywhere. Sloppy but fast and cheap food. Everything seems to be built to handle the English hordes who do their best to dry Portugal out of beer. As a 40+ man, they are not interesting anymore but I got a really good breakfast at a cafe anyway. If you look away from the central party districts, the city was clean, nice and quite cozy to walk around in and what a beach it has, wow! Would I have managed to stay here longer than the few hours I was there? Doubtful, even though it was barely lunchtime you could see how the Guinness was flowing and as I said, I am too old to hang out with drunk tourists.

Lagos, Portugal

Lagos, Portugal

New day, new city. Maybe we should have had a camper van but thanks to Airbnb we manage to keep the accommodation costs down quite well while living really well. In Armação de Pêra we lived in a super nice apartment with a sea view and now, in Lagos we have rented an even nicer apartment with a large bathroom with a bathtub, 60″ TV (what are we going to do with it?!) and a really nice patio. The location is not as good so no sea view and it is located in a “tourist complex”, the advantage of a tourist complex is however the heated pool, own tennis courts. and that all services you may need is just around the corner.

Traveling with a baby has been so much better and easier than I ever thought. He usually behaves himself, which of course makes life easier for us, but the people here in Portugal seem to really love children and it is more the rule than the exception that you see someone looking at and flirting with the little guy. Last night, however, there was a screaming party all evening and today he got up before dawn, playing around on on maximum volume of course. With the thin walls we have in the house, I just had to apologize to the neighbour when I bumped into him, but no no, it’s just fun with children. Not sure if I would have been as forgiving in that situation!

But never mind the accommodation, what is Lagos like? Well, to be honest, we haven’t really had time to explore it yet, but so far it seems very promising. If Faro is run-down and worn, Armação de Pêra for sleepy pensioners and Albufeira is for party people, then Lagos seems to be somewhere in between all three. Plenty of restaurants and pubs but not just for partying, cozy streets and alleys to get lost in and from a distance it looked like they have really nice beaches too. We didn’t visit the beach or the old town today, but rather stayed around the area around the harbour and the slightly more modern center and so far most of the indications are that Lagos could become the new favorite here on the Algarve coast

Silves, Portugal

Slottet i Silves

The youngest member of the travel party is a bit of an early bird and at 5:00 AM at the latest he thinks it’s time to get up and start playing. True to his habit, he woke up before the rooster crowed today and started playing relatively loudly and when he managed to wake us, the neighbors and their baby so that it started crying (yes, it’s terribly sensitive here) I decided to go out for a morning walk with him.
Lagos was stone-dead at that time of day and during my trip through the harbor and its surrounding areas I didn’t meet a single person, I continued towards the city and thought about visiting the fish market just when it opens. Good plan but since it’s Saturday it opens at 8:00 AM so I was almost two hours early. I continued through the old town and wandered into the residential areas so I had to use Google Maps to find my way back, all without encountering a single person. Despite the total lack of both light and people, you feel safe here and you don’t have to be afraid to take out your phone and check where the hell you are.

Once the sun had risen, I was back home and had breakfast, so we decided to go on a day trip to Silves, which is located a bit inland. Silves was previously (we’re talking a super long time ago, during the time of the Moors) the capital of the Algarve and can therefore be considered historically interesting. I personally thought it was a super cozy little village that had a mighty castle at the top, a massive church that was once a mosque (for all of you who complain about the conversion of Hagia Sophia) and a cozy little center where there was a market when we got there. The city itself is small, however, and you can go through all the sights in about an hour, add a coffee and a lunch and the day is done. The castle itself is definitely mighty on the outside but when you go inside it’s a little more meh, the archaeological museum is probably good, if you can speak Portuguese but still, I definitely recommend a visit if you’re nearby.

Ponta da Piedade, Portugal

Ponta da Piedade, Portugal

Still in Lagos and yesterday we had pretty boring weather with rain showers and chilly weather, in other words we were mostly at home and took it easy, took the opportunity to go down to the supermarket to fill up the supplies between the showers and judge by my surprise when a team with a donkey and cart arrives, stops in front of Pingo (the equivalent of Costco), ties the donkey to a lamppost and goes in and does some shopping. The contrast is incredible with all those Teslas, Mercedes AMGs and a donkey, indescribable and as the tourist I am, of course I snap a picture.

The day today started with showers but cleared up quickly so we got in the car and drove out to Ponta da Piedade. Ponta da Piedade is a type of rock formation that stands on the cape just outside Lagos. Most tourists take a boat trip out and visit the rocks and its caves this way and yes, it is probably the coolest way to be honest but visiting and seeing from the top was also really impressive and hard to capture in a picture.

The more I travel here the more amazed I am by this country, a gigantic tourist attraction as above and I can only imagine how chaotic they must be during peak season, it was a really extensive system of trestles, bridges and lookouts, everything adapted for the disabled and stroller friendly. I probably wouldn’t have thought about them before but now I really feel how much I appreciate it and that they offer this for free…wow!

Last night in Lagos

Praia de São Roque, Lagos Portugal

Last night in Lagos and I have to sum it up as the favorite so far closely followed by Tavira. Carro gave the facebook comment “Go to Lagos, Fantastically cozy there” and I can only agree. It isclean, nice people, small cozy alleys to wander lost in while you look in both modern shops such as Billabong or Ripcurl interspersed with ceramics and with traditional clothing stores. We are here off-season so many bars and nightclubs have closed but I suspect there are and will be over if you are interested in partying!
Off-season also means cold in the water and even though the surf shops are open there is not a queue to rent surf and kites, you do see many cars with boards on the roof so obviously the breaks are here if you want to go out.

It’s a much quieter trip than I usually go on for obvious reasons, but we still try to go out to cafes and restaurants. Most of the time they’ve been good even though they look like a hurricane has passed where we’ve been sitting. What strikes me, though, is that almost all of them have a high chair to offer, both male and female waiters flirt and play hello wildly with the little guy, and they’re happy to help heat up baby food. However, Portuguese baby food is a total no-no for our young master, so we’ve now learned to just order some bread with butter for him and then he gets to eat from our plates, which has resulted in him starting to get used to a diet of squid, mussels, swordfish, sea bass… it’s going to be expensive if we’re going to maintain this diet once we are back in Sweden.

Sagres, Portugal

Välkommen till Sagres, Portugal

Early check-out together with late check-in at our new accommodation in Sagres gave us the opportunity to explore yet another coastal village, Portimão. Coastal village was wrong, we thought it were a coastal village but it turned out to be a city of almost 40,000 inhabitants. Once there we realize that we parked at the beach but then what? It was a really nice beach like all the other beaches we have seen here on the Algarve coast but our idea of ​​walking in yet another cozy center, narrow alleys and walkways, sitting at a coffee shop or two kind of ran out of steam as we never found any “real” center, on the other hand we found many abandoned houses, semi-modern concrete complexes and homeless people/alkis.
I realize that I had not done my research properly and I am convinced that Portimão has more to offer but at the moment it is at the bottom of the list of nice places in Portugal and we drove away as fast as we got there.

Now we are in Sagres which is as far southwest as you can get in Portugal and probably the whole of Europe? This is the exact opposite of everything we have experienced so far in Portugal and we read somewhere that you either love or hate Sagres. It is small, according to Wikipedia the village has 2000 inhabitants and there is not a fish restaurant as far as the eye can see, instead vegan cafes and surf shops dominate. Here they have signs everywhere that camping is prohibited but still one camper van after another stands in a row and we are not talking about luxury motorhomes, no here are the so-called tin houses where the contents (surfboards) are probably worth more than the cars. Here are all the signs, menus and it almost feels like everyone is starting to speak English instead of Portuguese. You go here simply to surf, watch birds and just take it easy, you either love it or you hate it.

What we’re going to do here is a good question, but we’ll take the days as they come and so far I have to say that I love the calm breeze and hippie atmosphere that surrounds the village.

Sagres Fort

Kanonerna med olika kaliber i Sagres Fort

The fort in Sagres was built in the 15th century to protect Sagres and the Algarve coast in general against Moorish pirates. The fort, which is strategically located on a cape, surrounded by approximately 30-40m high, vertical cliffs, feels impregnable from the water and one broadside after the other would be burned down by incoming hostile ships before they could land at Praia da Mareta. In addition to being a purely defensive structure, it also served as a navigation school and if it was from Lagos that many of the conquistadors started, it was here that they were trained and taught how to conquer the world. A dark time in the history of perhaps especially South America, but it still feels much better to visit a former navigation school than the old slave market that is now a tourist magnet in Lagos.

The surroundings of the fort are still impressive today, but nowadays it is not soldiers hanging along the cliff side, no, today it is Portuguese fishermen who, without any protective equipment whatsoever, balance on the cliff edge with their fishing rods. One fish after another is pulled up and I cannot help but be impressed by their fishing luck but also their courage, a fall down here would first mean a free fall of about 30-40m into the cold Atlantic waters and then being tumbled around by waves that have built up all the way from South America, doubtful if you would survive that but what do you do for fresh fish.

North, lets go north

Utsikt över Aljezur

Time to pack the car once again, check out of our accommodation and for the first time on this trip, head north. The goal for the day is to head north to Vila Nova de Milfontes, which is about halfway between Sagres and Lisbon. We really don’t have any stress going north so we decided to drive on small roads, which meant that we got to see a little more of Portugal’s nature, which you don’t see directly from the highway, but also much more fun driving, serpentine roads up and down the mountains, narrow, crooked and very beautiful.
It wasn’t just us who thought so, though, the roads were full of middle-aged men in lycra on their racing bikes, some looked like they were training for the Tour de France, others were a little more reserved, but regardless, I wouldn’t want to drive during peak season, people would have gone crazy.

About an hour’s drive in we arrived at Aljezur, a modest little mountain village that was very reminiscent of Silves. The “town” is ancient and has the ruins of a castle, the last one the Arabs managed to hold in Portugal before the Christians completely expelled them, but the area has been inhabited for longer than that, traces dating back to the Bronze Age has been found here.

Today, however, it is the ultra-modern hippies and the recurring lycra-clad middle-aged men who are here. We stopped and had lunch at a completely vegan cafe where you sat on mats directly on the floor, while the food was being prepared we heard the staff talking about going on some self-realization course, that’s probably good but regardless of how much of a hippie they were, the food was really good and the atmosphere in the cafe was fantastically cozy.

Vila Nova de Milfontes, Portugal

Vila Nova de Milfontes

I didn’t have high hopes for the small village of Vila Nova de Milfontes but the location is perfect, halfway between Sagres and Lisbon which is our next destination on the trip so why not stay here for a night or two, we are in no hurry. The village which is located next to the west coast is divided by the Mira river and interestingly I read on Wikipedia that the community was founded by prisoners convicted of minor crimes in the 15th century, in 50 years they grew to a little more than 10 families and now, 600 years later there are almost 5000 inhabitants here, probably not all of them are convicted of crimes these days.

This is one of the first villages we visit where you actually feel that people really live here and they are not just there for the sake of tourism. Of course there is a lot of tourism here too. The surf shops, hotels and houses for rent replace each other but the majority are still inhabited and when you walk around the narrow streets you have to watch out because suddenly there may be a drying rack in the middle of the street because someone has a laundry day. On the morning walk this morning every “café” was packed as everyone would drink their morning coffee, smoke their cigarette and talk a little bit of shit before it was time to go to work. I, who walked around in a T-shirt and shorts, really stood out as leather jackets and hats were the most common clothing among the locals.

Something else that stands out is the proportion of cats, I see cats everywhere and even if it is unclear whether they are wild or not, they are lying on the roof of the car, sunbathing on the street or just sneaking around the alleys in the city. A strange feeling that I have seen this before, in Istanbul arises but whether this is really so or if I am influenced by the fact that the Arab culture has a strong foothold here, I will leave it unsaid. Regardless, this is probably the new favorite in Portugal. There is not a lot to do here but it is a beautiful, cozy and nice city and as I said, it feels authentic and not a touristy city.

Alfama, Lisbon

Här någonstans bor vi. Miradouro das Portas do Sol, Lissabon

I have now checked into our accommodation here in Alfama, Lisbon and a big, heavy stone has finally been lifted from my heart, the rental car. If I were a car manufacturer, I would have seen rental cars as an advertising window towards potential customers and thus tried to make all rental cars of my brand well equipped, comfortable, complete and working without problems. Our rental car met exactly zero of those criteria.

After almost two weeks of driving, CarPlay suddenly started to work yesterday, even though I chose No when asked if I wanted to allow CarPlay. A little curious is that I have tried to get this function to work since I picked up the car without success, but now, for no apparent reason, it started. The comfort in the car was beyond criticism, I have sat on park benches that are more comfortable, the AC in the car gave neither cold nor hot air. The car usually started but sometimes it just died right after starting, another attempt to start the car seems to work and even though it is 120km/h on the motorways in Portugal, I never got up to that speed, I was about to bounce off the road due to the lousy roadholding. As I said, a large stone has now come loose when I returned the car and it will take a lot for me to buy a Citroën in the future.

Alfama where we live now is one of Lisbon’s oldest areas and it shows, the houses are close together, the streets are more alleys that wind up the hill and here they are teeming with churches, forts, cafes, restaurants and tourists, lots of tourists. Of course, this can also contribute to the fact that it is nice to leave the car because it was no fun to drive here. One-way, narrow, hilly and people everywhere. Add to that trams and traffic signs in a language you don’t understand and I think it is acceptable that the stress level increased a level or two but we got there in the end.

Baixa-Chiado, Lisbon

Baixa-Chiado, Lisbon

Our curiosity and spirit of discovery continued today and if we focus on the nearby area of ​​Alfama yesterday, today we wandered a little further towards Lisbon’s historic center Baixa de Lissabon and Chiado. The neighborhood looks pretty much the same with a lot of old, a little new, but most of it was pretty fresh and nice even though there was a lot of graffiti everywhere, which in itself feels like it is all over the country. I don’t know if they paint like crazy here or if they’re just worse at washing it off, but if there’s a free space, they paint it. I don’t mind and since there are a lot of throwups and more paintings instead of just bombing their tag, I think it can be a bit fun to see.

The areas we walked around today were a bit more up-to-date than where we live and we found one or two clean shopping streets with everything from Gucci to Rolex stores, nothing was bought in any of those stores but we did have lunch at McDonald’s. Now we may not have chosen McDonald’s because of the culinary delights served there but because it is convenient with a changing room and heating baby food but anyway, we came in, we ordered our food at the self-service kiosk and boom, an employee was right there and took our receipt to make sure we would get our food right away. Apparently, it is a law that pregnant women, people with small children like us, pensioners and probably more have the right to priority and we passed probably 30 other customers who were waiting for their food. The same goes for grocery stores, they have a separate checkout for us with toddlers and we are actually let forward in line to avoid queuing, fantastic and even though our son is certainly behaving himself, I can imagine that it is nice for everyone to avoid screaming toddlers 😉

This, combined with the fact that the people here are extremely child-friendly, everyone does their utmost to help and hopefully get to spend some time with the child, means that I have to say that Portugal is the #1 country to travel to with small children.

Moscavide, Lisbon

Vasco da Gama-bron, Lissabon

We have moved, again but we are staying within Lisbon. We have now left the old districts of Alfama and Chiado for a much more modern accommodation in Moscavide. The district, which is located in the northern parts of Lisbon, was easy to get to using the metro even though we had quite a lot of luggage in the form of suitcases, backpacks and of course a stroller and the child. However, it was much easier than I thought it would be and once there, both the cobblestones and the narrow alleys are gone. Here they are asphalted, wide avenues and newly built houses. The newly built ones are of course relative but I would appreciate that a lot was built at the end of the 20th century and the apartment we live in now was probably built around when Lisbon last had its world exhibition, expo, i.e. 1998.

Here in Moscavide, they are much fully, cleaner and more modern than we have seen before in the city. There is a nice boardwalk that you can go for a run along or just walk down to, have a coffee and eat another Pastel de nata, this magically delicious pastry filled with delicious egg cream.

Looking out over the water, you see the magnificent Vasco da Gama Bridge. I thought I was driving over a completely bizarrely long bridge when I drove into Lisbon and it is indeed a candidate for the longest in Europe at 17km (for reference, the Öland Bridge is 6km). The bridge was built to reduce the pressure on traffic through the city and, as a coincidence, it was also completed in time for the 1998 World Expo, strange isn’t it.

Rain and disappointments

Soluppgång över Vasco da Gama-bron

Woke up a good while before the sun decided to rise which can be a bit bitter but the positives of it all are that I was down by the water when it finally decided to come out and what a sight. My photo below doesn’t do the experience justice and the Vasco da Gama bridge that I talked about yesterday is impressive in itself, seeing it in a cavalcade of colours while feeling the heat starting to come was a great way to get rid of the bitterness.

Apart from that, the day has actually been mostly a disappointment, I got a tip from Google to go and look at street art under/on the bridge foundation, a short walk later in a drizzle and a rushing cold wind I realize that oh well, these weren’t particularly exciting. To be honest, the so-called street art wasn’t much to rave about and I’ve seen more impressive paintings on both trains and walls.

The rain increased from drizzle to torrential rain so we decided to go to the local shopping center, here came the next disappointment as it was quite big in itself but most of the shops were closed or just completely uninteresting to someone like me. But I saw two ring-necked parakeets in a tree on the way there, at first I thought they were domestic birds that had escaped but I read on the Internet that they are apparently relatively common here. Definitely the funniest thing that happened on a rather boring day like this. Now time to “enjoy” pasta and sardines in tomato sauce because I am too comfortable to go out in the rain, I should probably just go to bed and sleep the bitterness away, at least here there are no freezing temperatures or snow.

Lisbon Oceanarium

Lissabon Oceanarium

As I said, the weather hasn’t been great here the last few days and today we got enough even though it started to clear up. Instead of walking up and down the streets in torrential rain, we decided to visit Lisbon’s aquarium, or oceanarium as it is apparently called. Depending on the source you read, it is one of the largest in Europe and combined with the entrance ticket there, you can also buy tickets for the cable car that was built for the World Expo in 1998.

The cable car itself runs along the shoreline over what was the exhibition area, today it is a nice promenade with various bars and restaurants and if the weather is nice I think you get a really good view. However, they cannot be compared to the cable cars in La Paz and El Alto which are actually used to transport people around the city but as part of the visit I still think they were worth it.

The oceanarium itself was large and really well built, it felt like all the aquariums were connected and that there was only one, gigantic one, but I suppose they are different so that the sharks don’t eat the otters for example. They could have had a little more information about the different fish and animals as the ones I saw were only occasional and fairly brief pictures that described a few, hiring your own private guide was possible but felt a bit overkill, I’m not that interested.

Park Eduardo VII, Lisbon

Park Eduardo VII, Lissabon

The weather continues to play tricks on us and last night’s thunderstorm was something out of the ordinary. The entire apartment was lit up by lightning, the windows rattled and the house shook. We woke up to a much calmer day but traces of the storm were visible in the form of gigantic puddles. However, that didn’t stop us, armed with a good mood and an umbrella (for three people) we set out to visit a city park and possibly do some shopping.

The park we were aiming for is Park Eduardo VII which is located in the middle of central Lisbon and is named after an English king. It’s a bit strange to name one of the larger parks in the capital after a foreign king, but what can you do to promote relations between countries? The park is big, really big and contains both a botanical garden, statues and fountains, which I think meets what can be required, a bit of fun is that it is built on a hill, which means you get a fantastic view of the park and the center of Lisbon. Now in January, the park itself didn’t shine in its full glory, but I can imagine what a green oasis this is in the summer.

The shopping went so well, we trotted over to a shopping mall that was adjacent to the park and thought that this would be perfect. The first store I saw when we entered the mall was Rolex, next door to Armani and Prada and so on. Seven floors of design and designer clothing, the top floor of which contained a food court with gourmet food. The fact that I was allowed in at all is a bit of a miracle and even though they were very nice, it was a couple of levels above my budget.

Instead, we headed for lunch at a small, local restaurant that wasn’t even featured on Google Maps. The menu was amazingly translated directly by Google Translate (or maybe more Bing Translate) because nothing seemed right or what they say “look in the oven” as a meat dish. Regardless of the menu, we sat down and received some of the best service during the entire trip. The waiter explained as best he could what the different dishes actually were and he looked just as confused by the menu as we were, the entire staff which turned out to be a family with a grandfather who was driving around trying to charm the little one, chatted with us a bit and to showcase a classic Portuguese dish they offered grilled sardines and some kind of porridge made from bread. That particular one may not have been the tastiest I’ve ever eaten but it’s experiences like this that make me love traveling.

Back to Sweden again

The D-day has arrived and it was time to pack my bags and go home, before I summarize the trip itself and the experience of traveling with a baby, I just have to tell you about the experience of the airport in Lisbon.
We went there well in advance because we all know how they usually are at airports, queues at check-in, at baggage drop and even more queues at the security check. It went smoothly at Arlanda but then we knew the local language, we found ourselves at the airport and the little one was sedated and didn’t know what was coming but how would they go here?

Well, actually smoother than the smoothest. As usual, we printed out our luggage tags ourselves to avoid the check-in chaos and when we were somewhat confused looking for the entrance to the baggage claim, the staff came and opened the belt just for us, we with children should not have to stand in line. Up with the bags on the baggage belt but what do we do with the stroller? No problem, use your own throughout the airport and check it in at the gate, literally at the plane door. Happy in our hearts, we headed towards the security check and here too we were prioritized and referred to Fast track as we had the little one with us. When it was time to board the plane, they came out and picked us up with the stroller first of all, then those who had purchased Priority boarding were allowed to board. The airlines are happy to sell on Fast track, priority boarding and all that, but here, at Lisbon airport as a parent of young children, it is completely unnecessary to buy them, you get them automatically!

So how was traveling with children? Yes, they don’t get as crazy antics and adventures as I usually come up with and the pace is much calmer. In retrospect, I think we kept a bit of a fast pace at the beginning, even though we stayed in the same place for a couple of days before moving on, we were out discovering new things all the time, fun but incredibly tiring for the little one who soaks everything up like a sponge. We have also changed accommodation several times during the trip which has exceeded expectations, Airbnb delivers high class but even this is tiring and if anyone is going to do something similar I can’t emphasize enough to stay in the same place for at least a couple of days and keep in mind that their usual daytime rests will be longer to process all the impressions.

Portugal then? How was Portugal as a travel destination? Beautiful nature, good food and nice people. A very easy country to travel around even if you don’t speak Portuguese and my description of how we were treated at the airport above actually describes how the whole country has treated us with children. We even had a waiter offer to hold the little one so I could drink my coffee in peace and quiet. Now we were there during the low season and winter which means fewer tourists and relatively cold, how cold? Like a Swedish summer, sometimes 10 degrees, sometimes 26 but can I recommend going there? Absolutely!