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So...the family vacation, part deux. I've already written about Lisbon. And vacation with the parents. So really, what more is there to talk about? The double-date parental vacation! What in the world is that, you ask? Only when you and one of your closest friends go on vacation to the same place, at the same time, and stay at the same hotel...and each of you is with your parents. Hurrah! So, with my parents, I did all the Lisbon-y things that you do: Go to Sintra to see the fairytale castles, go to Bélem to see the Monastery and the Tower and to eat the awesome pastries, walk around Lisbon and check out the fabulous food. Then, with Sarah, the plan was that we would go out, which we would have, had she not had pneumonia and had I not been a disaster with legs. Life happens. Anyway. We DID have one big group dinner, which was fun and bizarre simaltaneously. After living by yourself, without your friends knowing your parents or family structure, it's almost overwhelming for everyone to meet each other. It helps, for my parents at least, to put a face on this Sarah character, who bakes muffins and engages in bakery eating contests in far-off Italy. And it was great to meet Sarah's dad and step-mom, since I feel like I know so much a
bout them. And of course, the food was awesome. Awesomely gigantic. My mom got some kind of pork loin, and it could have fed all of us. That's not an exageration. After eating as much as she could and giving away slices to everyone, she still had five slice on her plate. Five, thick, saucy slices. After rolling back to our hotel (Lisbon is very hilly), we awoke early the next morning, and said a bittersweet goodbye. It's great to see my parents, but it's always hard to say good-bye. Big BESOS!
It's becoming a yearly event, the (almost) family vacation (just missing the bro!). We're making up for lost time, for the vacation-less saving for college years. Last year, it was London and Edinborough, this year, it was Lisbon and Porto, for a little southern Mediterranean flair. My parents spent a day in Lisbon before I arrived, checking out Sao Jorge's castle and wandering around the capital, something I had already done on my visit last July. When I arrived on Sunday, we caught a train and went north to the city of Porto, famous for its bridges and delicious port wine. Anxious to get out and about, we ventured from our hotel to get something to eat. I decided to follow the advice of my Lonely Planet guidebook, and we headed to Café Embaixador, a restaurant near the main square. Touristy, but we trusted Lonely Planet, and quite honestly, it wasn't bad and we got to experience Portuguese junk food. America and McDonald's always get blamed for the growing obesity epide
mic spreading through Europe, but if you're eating a francesinha (the local sandwich) with any regularity, just start buying bigger pants. It's filled with cured ham, two different kinds of sausage and melted cheese, and then drowned with a tomato and beer sauce, only to be topped with...a fried egg. I believe the fried egg is optional, but since we were on vacation, we splurged. We split it between the three of us, and still couldn't eat it all. Then, we walked, to counteract the cholesterol. Up the hills, down the hills, we ended up next to the river with the setting sun hitting the old colorful buildings. Sigh. For dinner, after consulting both the New York Times travel section and 
guide books (sometimes, it's good to improvise, and sometimes, you need some advice), we headed to a place that quite litereally, resembled a cave. I felt quite at home eating some jamón "pata negra" (the good stuff), cured cheeses, and blood sausage (Dad: "Why is this so dark?" Me: "You don't really want to know."), which disgusted my mom a little bit. Personally, my goal on every trip/day. The next day, we awoke and after elbowing the Germans out of the way at breakfast, we headed across the bridge to drink some port. Luckily, alcohol consumption before noon is perfectly acceptable, so we went at it. Another day gone in a sweet-alcohol induced haze, we hopped on a train to Lisbon the next day. Not after enjoying a lovely seafood stew next to the Duoro river though. Vacation with the parents is the life.
So...the family vacation, part deux. I've already written about Lisbon. And vacation with the parents. So really, what more is there to talk about? The double-date parental vacation! What in the world is that, you ask? Only when you and one of your closest friends go on vacation to the same place, at the same time, and stay at the same hotel...and each of you is with your parents. Hurrah! So, with my parents, I did all the Lisbon-y things that you do: Go to Sintra to see the fairytale castles, go to Bélem to see the Monastery and the Tower and to eat the awesome pastries, walk around Lisbon and check out the fabulous food. Then, with Sarah, the plan was that we would go out, which we would have, had she not had pneumonia and had I not been a disaster with legs. Life happens. Anyway. We DID have one big group dinner, which was fun and bizarre simaltaneously. After living by yourself, without your friends knowing your parents or family structure, it's almost overwhelming for everyone to meet each other. It helps, for my parents at least, to put a face on this Sarah character, who bakes muffins and engages in bakery eating contests in far-off Italy. And it was great to meet Sarah's dad and step-mom, since I feel like I know so much a
bout them. And of course, the food was awesome. Awesomely gigantic. My mom got some kind of pork loin, and it could have fed all of us. That's not an exageration. After eating as much as she could and giving away slices to everyone, she still had five slice on her plate. Five, thick, saucy slices. After rolling back to our hotel (Lisbon is very hilly), we awoke early the next morning, and said a bittersweet goodbye. It's great to see my parents, but it's always hard to say good-bye. Big BESOS!
