Sue: I´m thankful that all of the stores were still open.
Howie: I´m thankful that tomorrow night we´re having asian food.
Jesse: I´m thankful to be spending Thanksgiving with my parents and husband. And not at work.
|Copyright Howard L. Meltzer.|
Appropriated by JDMesh.
|Crumbling Portugeuse architecture|
(and JDMesh checking it out)
|Really old cars are parked everywhere.|
|Car repurposed as vase.|
Even though all of the museums were closed because of some sort of strike, we were still able to visit the old lighthouse, the city walls and the wooden drawbridge, and to walk along the quaint cobblestoned streets and the picturesque river.
|Sue: Hola officer. Por que los museos estan cerrados?|
Policia: Bla bla bla bla strike, bla bla bla bla.
|Climbing to the top of the lighthouse|
|Hanging out on a cannon|
|"The Street of Sighs"|
Two official and opposing theories as to the origin of this name:
(1) Sailers kept their girlfriends here, or
(2) Sailers were executed (and drew their last breaths) here
|The drawbridge by night.|
Our dinner that night was at La Florida where, in a cozy old house, we enjoyed such classic Thanksgiving fare as steaks and grilled fish.
|And the BEST french onion soup EVER.|
|We finished it off with apple pie. Pretty thanksgivingy.|