We woke to grey skies. Breakfast, once again, was made to order. We ate the three-course meal as quickly as we could, packed the car and headed north, hoping to spend the night close to Lisbon after taking short tours of Sintra, Estoril and Cascais…..small towns just outside of Lisbon.
But this was not to be.
The skies grew increasingly dark…..then the rain started…..then the deluge began. The car’s wipers couldn’t keep up with the downpour. Craig slowed the car, keeping pace with the red lights of the car in front of us. I wanted to get off the highway but there were no exits…..at least none that we could see.
The rains continued with this intensity for 10…..15…..20 minutes……we lost track of time. Finally, finally…..the torrent slowed. With walking tours of scenic little towns no longer on today’s agenda, we stopped at our first opportunity and called the Hotel Metropole in Lisbon to see if we could arrive a day early. Thankfully, we could.
We navigated our way to the airport, turned the car in and hired a driver to take us to the hotel (for a few euros more than a taxi, we got a running commentary on the city and life during and after ex-dictator Salazar).
Twenty minutes and twenty stories later, we were safely delivered to the front of the Hotel Metropole.
I reserved a room at this hotel for its location in the heart of Lisbon and, equally important, for its elevator.
Stairs…..why does it always have to be stairs?
One slow step after another…..up to the elevator…..
and finally to our room. Whew! What a day.
And, with all due respect to Led Zeppelin…..
There’s a lady who’s sure All that glitters is gold And she’s buying a stairway to heaven