Goodness gracious! I’ve just gotten back from a wonderful trip to Portugal! I had no idea it would be so beautiful, so tasty, and so hilly! My legs feel very strong as a result of walking up and down the steep cobbled streets of Lisbon. It was — amazing! Art galleries, beautiful grand buildings, beautiful decaying buildings, wonderful cuisine, great air, friendly natives, and a ride on a native pony stallion in the mountains which had us riding in view of wild horses. It was the trip of a lifetime!
I’ve never been anywhere where I couldn’t speak the language, or anywhere close to Mediterranean, so this was new, exciting, old world, & fabulous. We stayed in a castle, a converted monastery, and even a modern hotel on our tour. (I would encourage people to visit Portugal: very economic: a stay in a converted monastery costs about the same as a Days Inn back home.) I would go back in a flash. I loved it. One minute we’re at a neolithic tomb in a National park the next we’re on a street that felt like Mardi Gras. What a diverse trip! We even heard some great native “fado music being sung, which inspired me to shoot a music video for my next record in the picturesque Alfama (within the walls of the mediaeval town)! One night in Alfama we kept being awakened by a loud peacock. It was… so different from any trip I’ve ever taken!
My lungs did really well with all the steep walking too & the only time my lungs felt challenged was when the group galloped in the mountains: it was so high up, and we were in a cloud (moist air is harder to breathe), so I had to ask please not to go in the gallop. (But we still trotted very quickly and saw amazing vistas). Tom is all aglow post-trip. Me too for that matter. We are all so grateful and glad. To the lung donor who made this all possible, we thank you. Gosh. Just… Gosh!