.....Sintra
Now, think Lisbon...getting closer..... just 30 minutes outside of Lisbon is a magical place. The town of Sintra which has these mystical hills dotted with fairytale palaces and extravagant villas. It is for adults what Disneyland is for every little girl under 8 years old (not that I can speak firsthand of that kind of experience because I have 3 boys). But it could be magical for little boys too. I remember taking my nephew (now 22) at age 3 to Disneyland and he could not separate himself from Mini Mouse. I am thinking that Sintra comes very close to that kind of moment. Yes, it is that magical!
The Palace of Quinta da Regaleria |
So, we got lucky. In our hotel we met a couple that visited Sintra the day before. They gave us the card/phone number of a private taxi driver. Upon arriving in Sintra, he was our first call. Antonio arrived with his beautiful Mercedes ready to shuttle us around for the entire day and give us some history along the way.
Our fist stop, the Palace of Quinta da Regaleria
They say that the Quinta is a place to be felt. What does that mean... well, it is not sufficient for me to tell its story, of its countryside setting nor its mysteries...it just needs to be felt........check out some stunning photos of the grounds...
The Pena Castle
Now for something even more beautiful and magical than the Quinta. The Pena Castle. You see, the Romans wanted to make a place of cult moon worshiping. So they did and named it "Cynthia" after the goddess of the moon. They were followed by the Moors who also fell in love with the lush vegetation and built a hilltop castle, a palace, and several fountains around the town. Later it became the summer residence of the Portuguese royal family and attracted a number of wealthy aristocrats who built huge mansions and villas. Yesterday it was a place that the Kramer's walked around aimlessly in awe. This was even better than the 'E' ticket ride at Disneyland.
Do I have your attention yet? Wouldn't you rather be feeling this on your own rather than through my blog? Let me be your inspiration!!! Take my word, book a trip to Spain and Portugal and I will be your travel guide. I am cheap... (oops, i lied.. I am not cheap. Ask Andrew...no, don't)
So, two Palaces were enough for the Kramer boys. Actually, Asher took a nap for 1.5 hours in the Mercedes while we visited the Pena Palace (thank goodness he didn't have a pee pee accident during his nap, otherwise our taxi adventure would have been very expensive). It was good that Asher stayed behind. He was tired. I keep forgetting that I am dragging my 5 year old all around Spain and Portugal. Wait, did I say drag? I meant to say, I am giving my 5 year old an experience of a lifetime. He may not think of it this way. So now it was time to go to the Beach. I mean this is where Zach lives.
Off to Cascais
This once small fishing village became a popular resort favored by European nobility and kings in the early 20th century. Nobility...of course we had to visit where the kings wanted to visit. Today it is a colorful cosmopolitan town with elegant pedestrian streets, fashionable shops, restaurants and bars.
What would the day be like if Zach didn't have his Churro (I mean 4 Churros). Well, they were delicious.
Back to our hotel, where we discovered this awesome looking Piano in the lounge. Of course, every Kramer boy had to try it out. Even their had to play a song.
Ok, home sweet home tomorrow. Well at least for two of the Kramer's...... Our flight was to leave the next day. Andrew and Max were jealous that Asher,Zach and I had a better flight with one stop in New York. They had to stop in Madrid, then in Dallas, then to SF. Well, who had the last laugh. As they took off, Asher, Zach and I found ourselves in the airport with a canceled flight due to 'Irene'. Five hours later we found ourselves being bused to the Marriott with three nights all inclusive package paid for by the Airlines. Yes...three meals and two rooms, free. So I guess my next blog will be of our adventures in Portugal without Andrew and Max. Not sure who has the last laugh. Will my summer vacation ever end?