Sunrise imbued Lisbon with the most beautiful colour.
The sea was rough. We were trying to outrun the storm that was hard on our heels. We were managing it – although the sea was choppy and the temperature discernibly colder the sky remained bright.
I gave up on the chances of further dolphins and whales. The chances of seeing more were slim. I walked the deck and put in my miles or sat at the stern out of the cool breeze and read. The arc of the stern was a nice little sun trap out of the wind. The temperature there still felt warm but we were, none-the-less, back in jeans and a fleece. It felt as if we were eking the last dregs.
Lisbon was our last stop. I’d heard a lot about it. It was reputed to be a beautiful city and I was eager to see what it was about even though it lacked the…
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