“I need to take a trip,” I said to my husband.
“Great.
Where are we going?” he asked.
“I’m
going by myself,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because
I’m having a mid-life crisis.”
I’m
not sure if it’s a crisis or a re-evaluation, but whatever it is, I’m in the
thick of it. Deep, thought-provoking questions fill my mind. I must figure it
out. On my own. But where to go? Sitting on a mountain top in the lotus
position seems appropriate, but that’s not my style. I’m more of a
sip-cafes-and-people-watch kind of gal.
Cosmopolitan
Lisbon is my go-to place for my mid-life reflection. It’s modern, yet filled
with history, Moorish architecture and enough tourist sites, entertainment,
restaurants and pastry shops to keep you coming back year after year.
For
my personal journey, I want no time restrictions on anything I do. So I choose
to rent an apartment. With many long-term rental accommodations available
throughout the city, it is easy to find one meeting my requirements. I shop for
groceries, cook what I want to and eat when I want to. It provides the
simplicity I crave.
Made it myself |
Lisbon
is nostalgic and filled with history. Here, you can delve as deep as you like,
or not at all. I choose to meet it halfway. Although I do visit a few of the
major attractions (Castle St. George, Jeronimo’s Monastery), my travels are
filled with simple pleasures—the things one requires when contemplating life’s
next chapter.
Lisbon’s
seven hills and cobblestoned, pedestrian-only avenues are filled with excellent
restaurants and cafés. When I meander along the web of alleyways, savouring the
aroma of grilled fish, fried pork cutlets, sausages and meats, I am taken back
to a time when my mother did the cooking and I had few responsibilities. It is
a time so long ago now, I can barely remember the feeling. I need a drink.
There were a few of these |
I
head over to A Ginjinha (Largo de Sao
Domingos). This hole-in-the-wall joint serves nothing but cherry liqueur. Where
time has quickly passed me by, here it stands still, and is pretty much as it
has been since its establishment in 1840. My liqueur is briskly handed to me in
a waxy Dixie cup. I take it and walk around the square until I find a short
concrete pillar with a rather pointy top to sit on. I am not at all
comfortable, but who cares? I’m in Lisbon and the deep orange ball in the sky
is warming my face. As I sip my ginjinha I am reminded of
teenage hijinks and under-age drinking. We all did it.
Some of these (Ginjinha) |
For
a truly local cultural immersion, I take in an evening of Fado in Alfama, the place
where Portugal’s national music was born. Fado
is soulful and filled with saudades, that most passionate of all Portuguese words, speaking of deep yearning and longing for lost loves and a
time long gone. The music takes me away and the tears fall. I’m feeling very
Portuguese.
Fado via bliqx.net/lisbon/ |
Lisbon’s
coffee and pastry culture makes for the perfect environment to ponder life, and
I have no hesitation in embracing it. In Alfama,
I stop by Nata at the foot of St. George’s Castle, for one of the best
custard tarts in the city. It’s a creamy, velvety indulgence served warm with a
sprinkling of cinnamon. This is not the time to count calories. I have two. I
sit outside, where I partake in my favourite sport, people-watching, while
contemplating what’s next in my life plan.
And lots of these |
I
haven’t quite figured it out, aside from my returning to Lisbon.