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flight booking: 

Booking # is 57554042 from Cheap-o-air

Lisboa:

0005300054

The booking has been made for MC

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1 x Not refundable

Nr. Nights

6

Check-in

2019 Jul 27

Check-out

2019 Aug 02

Adults / Room

1

Children / bedroom

0

Rate per night

 € 99.00

Total for your stay

 € 594.00

Room only

City tax not Included

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City tax not Included

Total amount to pay

 € 594.00

R. Assunção 52

Phone 00351 21 342 7625|Emailreservas@lxrossiohotel.com

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Blog:

Sunday-- went to airport Friday, flight cancelled due to no plane, had to report back Sat. evening, arrived in Lisbon, finally, Sunday morning. I did some cross-stitching in my "waiting' situations. Lisbon metro was easy (just 2 Euros to get into city) all the way to my hotel's neighborhood: Rossio. Hauled my silly-ass luggage capably enough since the extender handle is broken and makes for good jokes about packing too many dresses. My hotel is undergoing renovation, but the small room is perfectly acceptable, and the bathroom is mighty fine. They are comping me free breakfasts.  Napped this morning and then went out into the streets to explore. Lots of neat hills and charming streets tiled.  I'm an easy walk to the big Square Commercial. I went to a quiet plaza close to it and allowed myself to be talked into dinner there-- a paella. And attempted to read a CURRENT HISTORY article on Russia but was too fatigued to focus. Livin life dangerously, I'm gonna drink the local water. Film at 11.  I was really fatigued but I made a goal for Sunday: to see the basilica, so I set out eastward up and down through neighborhoods. But I failed since I was concerned about my energy level and getting home by dark. Instead, I discovered a tiny supermarket that all of the traveling world of Lisbon has discovered, too. Prices feel "local." As I was in that neighborhood, I felt like I was seeing much better prices and overheard a local say he could get a coffee for 60 cents... not have to pay 5 Euros at Starbucks. Wanted to follow him to where!  Anxious to run first thing in the morning. There's a might glare but quiet streets if it compares to this morning's arrival. 

Monday -

Started the day with a LONG run on the waterfont... all the way to the suspension bridge from the Commercial Square's waterfront! I am woman hear me roar!  Basilica, Jardin in the English style in front of it. Near international incident breaking into gardens of the house of the prime minister. Saw lion statues at base of Parliament building. Discovered my favorite local neighborhood Pasteria Alva just downhill from the Parliament. Blond lady, tasted mini- Sagres, discovered the pastela bacalhua (codfish!) and had my first custard tarts.  Stopped by some churches on the way home. Discovered the Chiado district -

Tuesday - I start each morning with a nice full continental breakfast they comp'd me (I think because of the renovation downstairs in the lobby.) It's a lovely breakfast room on the 2nd floor with an older short woman setting up the bar and the younger super skinny super cheery girl asking for room numbers. Cappuccino from the machine, yogurt, eggs, toast, take some fruit with you.  Found a pop-up market where the tram serves Figeroa Square. Beautiful! Took tram to Bellam district where I discovered a big lovely (newish) garden with fountains by the Monument to the Discoveries. Took a chance and instead of MATA, went to Museum of Contemporary Art BBB ? Collection. Didn't love it. Very very modern. Good with instruction as i traveled back through the decades of the 20th century movements from Warhol back to 1920s which I liked much better. Pretty rooftop sculpture garden (under renovation.) From there after long wait for the bus, I went to the Palace that is unfinished from 1880s-1920s. Took bus most of the way home. Got out to check out the Market Ribiera - very shi-shi and new, as discussed in the "Discover Lisbon" film on the way over.  Evening I had a glass of red wine and enjoyed the hostess's cheeriness and joy while the street musician came and played "Sweet Caroline."

"Obligado."

Wednesday - my unforgetable trip to Sintra! Learned the TRAIN does not take metro tix, but a 45 min. train from the train station was a new adventure. At my breakfast girl's advice, I started at the magical Palace Regeliera (sp) with its magical gardens, castle-tower and zigarat features, little trails going up the hill, hidey places, cave to enter and then come out at a waterfall and lily pond and stepping stones. Utterly magical, fresh, green, with lovely purple flowers...  Could see the Castle of the Moors from there.  So went to a lunch in town where I found the "executive lunch" to be a bargain (awesome cheeseburger, pepsi, and sweet potato chips done perfectly and cafe, secret door, and then exited up the stairs. My pass doesnt work on the bus which had been suggested by the nice bar/restaurant server, but I hike up the hill with a map instead. Awesome.  At top, reminiscent of Great Wall of China with a way up top mountain view of the surrounding Sintra and all the way out to the sea. Moorish flag waving.  Could see the Castle de Pena from there, so hiked over and enjoyed a walk up the hill to this odd, Disney-inspiring castle, with sea creature carvings. Did not go inside but went down the "lakes" side of the gardens to depart and they were the best part fer sure. Saw swans and ducks and tiny castle turret features in the ponds.  Walked home via the long hike past Villa Seceti (sp). The hiking I did alone had "alone" feeling moments but I was fine. Back in the town I looked for a place to get a glass of wine and watch the sunset. Didn't quite manage although I popped my head in the main church of the town.  Instead, found a welcoming tapas and wine bar with a friendly waiter, "don't worry."  And the owner recommended to go with the amazing melted cheese/marmalade/almond/toast app I ordered a red wine called "Dao" and it was glorious under that umbrella.  Trained home in the dark.

Thursday I didn't have a huge plan so I put on my thrift store dress (with my Grace Kelly coral colored scarf) and let it dictate, suggesting that so well atired I might take in the National Museum of Art in Chiado. First into shoe stores on the way to the waterfront. Then lots of pics on the waterfront, and admiring the watercolors of the street artist and the electric guitar street musician was inspired to play Stevie Wonder's "Isn't she lovely." Perfect.

Tried on a few dresses in a shop... Enjoyed my focus on Portuguese artists in the Chiado art museum, particularly painters Columbano (!!) and Mirho and sculptor Jorge Vieira. Knew I needed to drink a Super Bock to compare to Sagres. Sagres wins and I got a buzz. Went next to shi-shi pop up market where I almost got the sausage... but went deeper into neighborhood for another shoe store look and then gelato. Taking care of all the must do's. Took gelato to its photo shoot by the train station that has the Starbucks. Took in the Square right nearby.  Then it was off for a sunset run on the waterfront. Not super long, only about 4 km. Returned to shower, wash my stinky workout clothes and dress for dinner. Trying to wear ALL of my clothes for Jen since I know I ovrpacked by her standards-- hah! Running joke.  Went back to my dinner spot of Tuesday-- very close. Engaged in convo with Kenyan jewelry seller who gave me a bracelet. Went up to Chiado to that cloistered fancy spot to drink my glass of port wine "with legs like a Brazilian supermodel."

Details of different days:  street musicians, white and black small tiles on all streets, crossing lights, tram/trolly cars and the sounds they make, sun glare, lots of plazas, lots of sculptures in squares as well as obelisks. Buildings are quite regal but maybe in need of a power wash or a fresh coat of whitewash. Lots of graffiti. Performance artists in frozen, painted positions: bronzed up, or white bride (who wasn't actually very good at being still.) Religious singer "accompanied" by a very moved woman singing "Allelujiah, Allelujiah."  My room: at very first a little disappointing but I grew to love it, especially the "fresh" blue tile and drenching water flow from the enormous showerhead. My breakfast girl's generous laugh and wiry, gracious posture perfectly balanced against her older rounder, more German like reserved counterpart. This touristy area has lots of shops with ceramics, tiles, dishtowels, little models of tram cars, (hey, I need to get one as an ornament) a buzzing seamstress on a machine ready to embroider your name on an apron. There are lots of patiserias and gelato shops, shoe stores, dress shops, brazierre shops.  Olive skin, dark round eyes, so many who look like Brian Texieira whose name was on a museum in Sintra... or Bengalis/Indians... and some Africans.  On my tours, all the girls are in dresses and not all in sensible shoes! Lots of posing for photographs.  The guests at my hotel (LX Rosio) are very diverse: Kiwis, Lithuanians, Indians, Germans, Portuguese it seems, not more than a couple Americans all week? Drama of the room reservation and credit card working before I got here but by email Marcos and Viktor helped me work it out.

Blogging about Lviv:

Tuesday. I'm emerging from the bath.

As someone studying Virtue Ethics on his own, Max is teaching me about Epicurianism. I probably don't have it completely understood but it applies ideas of goodness in simple pleasures: food, daily things.  So stick with me...  Today I took a run with some targets: another University: the Lviv Polytechnic U... and Organ Hall seemed closeby on the map of the Southe Western part of the city. I thought I would circle back through Franko Park, of which I saw only the edge yesterday. Good thing I took a map with me.

I ended up seeing so much more. Didn't turn a hard enough right at first, so ended up going uphill and locating "the citidel" in the back of a very unbusy neighborhood.  Beyond Organ Hall, and the University, I came upon a BEAUTIFUL cathedral looking building.  My map had a different name for it, but it was called Sts Olga and Elizabeth Church. Got a leeeeetle bit confused by streets leading back to known territory and eventually figured out I was way off the map, so Lviv had ANOTHER cathedral to offer me way uphill:  St. George Cathedral. For both churches, I really wasnt dressed appropriately so only the first was I able to peeeeer into. Just beautiful in its simplicity by strong gothic lines taking pillars to ceiling. So bright inside.  I wish to return to both, especially as the St George seems like a thing.

Franko Park was shady and so lovely and then I was back in known territory. Again, smart to take my map though my sense of direction is not failing me completely. So great to be able to explore, though, and get names for things in new areas of Lviv.

Back at the hotel, good and sweaty, I followed Max's example to do laundry -- at least a little bit of it. (Epicurian delight ...in simple cleanliness.) I followed on with a delightful shower-bath. The Europeans are right to have the spray nozzle in the middle and to have high narrow tubs. They just are. And I pondered the evolutionary wisdom of having fingernails because long after being Neanderthals and the Agricultural Revolution, we would one day be travelers. Recalling the balls of dead skin that the Turkish bath ladies produced when they SCRUBBED tourists so hard and how they had stiff scrubbers and I have nary a washcloth, well, fingernails serve a purpose for a sweaty runner-traveler. As do the stiff terry towels for exfoliating. As I pulled myself to my feet, dripping and clean and started to towel off, I decided I looked like every Greek statue of a lady coming out of bathing, knee bent, leaning slightly over, toweling off hair, towel affording only the slightest bit of modesty, but mostly not against alibaster skin.

One of the best things we're doing with our vacation is allowing TIME for the senses to just take things in. Still have to get off to a chocolate factory tour today. Our first concert is tonight: chamber music at Potocki Palace.  I have already put out warnings to young nieces and nephews that they should be alert to campaign-- that I will recruit them to be the young charming travel companion of their crazy Aunt Farg when my boys can't be dragged along. Ava, Guin, Aidan all have targets on their backs!

Oh, boy, when Max came home from his solo wandering and gift buying (he got two of those Ukrainian embroidered shirts) we discovered the CHOCOLATE FACTORY. Thought it would be hokey, but it was elegantly done. Truffles are moi. It was a lovely and reasonable experience as far as touristy goes.  It was good I pulled out our tix because I realized it was a 5 pm event instead of 7 pm. Yikes. We high-tailed it over to the Potacki Palace, easy because, have I mentioned? WE ARE NEAR EVERYTHING!!!  Once in the Palace, we took seats in the first row, right below "nice mics" in a gold gilded music room for chamber music. Except it took forever to get to the music part and it was really hard tokeep from nodding off. It seemed that using German and Ukrainian, two scholars presented work: a film and a very long paper that was read and translated.  OMG it went on forever and I was feeling all the effects of my run that morning. Finally, two violinists played Mozart. Then a pianist joined the second violinist and they played a very complex set of songs. It was impressive. they turned off the AC because they were recording, so it was just tough for me to feel like I wasn't fighting nodding off, but the music was brilliant. Max was very moved. We went for dinner in more of a "local" alley/ cloistered block of restaurants, selecting a Ukrainian spot.  Max decided to have tongue and sheeps milk cheese, and I enjoyed borsht served in a round bread, and then fried fish. Max was into discussing first his ongoing efforts with Varun that have come to a head, trying to get Varun to assume more responsibility cleaning the bathroom. And also virtue ethics. I couldnt always follow EVERYTHING Max was saying (sleepy) but he got a lot out of sharing and ultimately explained that he's hoping to live a life that achieves virtue and the virtue of aesthetic excellence and that he's learned that teaching by example is the best way rather than teaching by telling. I shared that I was in conversation with living my life, interactions with my key people and just hoping to come across as a good example without alienating others. He said he's really proud of how Dad and I are handling our new phase.  Max has gone out dancing and I'm hoping for a great sleep without hot flashes. !!!

Thursday:  It's our last full day and poor Max got claustrophobic and slept on the floor part of the night (on fluffy bathrobes.) He's out and about now and I had a full breakfast at the hotel while he caught more sleep. Last night was our comedy of errors while HANGRY and Max is in way slow down mode after walking he things 15 miles a day since he got here. I have only a couple last goals: buy a cross-stitched t-shirt (they are beautiful) and learn some history (taking Hotel George's free city tour for 90 min tonight at 5:30.) We have a symphonic concert at the Opera Hall tonight, too, and will give ourselves a nice dinner after that. Max has become ALL ABOUT THE PROTEIN as he thinks he's not eating enough (and, says mom, not getting up for the generous breakfast buffet. Love that walnut cheese, fried eggs, sliced grapefruit and orange, salad with the honey/mustard seed dressing, beets, donut-hole like rolled cakes. Don't actually love the espresso that gets cold IMMEDIATELY. Interesting that I have not yet had a good coffee in the city known for such. Something to fix after checkout tomorrow when I have time to kill before a 10:40 pm flight home.)

So if my goal is to learn some history behind the statues and plazas names, here's my start:

Rynok Square, turns out, is NOT a plaza...it's a square that INCLUDES 4 streets surrounding the old town hall and its tower. Rynok isn't a person, it means RING and in Lviv's case, has a Greek god on each corner, including Poseidon where I posed a Delta Delta Delta picture missing Julie and Nance.

St. George is the dragonslayer. His statue is atop St. George's Cathedral which I saw yesterday UP HILL and across from which (in 1200s) was the town hall. St. George has a serpentslaying statue in front of the police station down closer to where we reside in the neighborhood near University of Lviv/Franko.

Looking out our balcony at the George to the right is King (Karl means king?) Danylo Romanovych.  He "returned from taking refuge elsewhere" and unified (for a time) Western regions of Ukraine in very early 1200's. Built Lviv. Took control of Galicia and the Boyars. Fought Mongols, Tatars... He was invaded by Mongolians (1240) and had to accept khan's suzerainty in 1245. But built alliances with West, including Pope Innocent IV to make Lviv Westward looking.

Looking out our balcony to the left is A. Mickiewicz with an angel over his shoulder (is he the poet? Yes, I read a little about him a couple months ago, Polish, one of the Slavic greats, and a political activist died 1855.)

Around back towards the more gov't oriented streets is M. Hrushevskyi.  Makes sense because he guided Ukraine through revolutionary period of the Bolshevik revolution retaining Ukrainian-ness and independence, it seems, while also being socialist and pro-revolution. Scholar, historian, politician, statesman.

Feeling good about getting this history! And added the Boyer name in there!

Conversation with Max about the development of his personal philosophy has been compelling. He is aiming toward an aesthetic life that applies Epicureanism (to some extent).  I find it quite compelling although strict adherance means I'd eschew politics and sex.  However, the focus on taking pleasure in small things focuses one on GRATITUDE which keeps fear/pain at bay. I take such pleasure in lavender and my basil.