DW and I were just looking for a drink on one of the many lookouts that overlook Lisbon. We had just finished a wonderful meal at a great restaurant in the Bairro Alto neighbourhood, and we wanted to unwind.
DW had also seen Pina Coladas, served in fresh pineapples, and she craved one.
We walked to the Miradouro de São Pedro de Alcântara, which is only a six-minute walk from our apartment, and where DW and I had seen a lot of discarded pineapple carcasses when we went to that lookout, the previous morning, to photograph sunrise.
We learned that a Pina Colada from a pineapple was 15 euros, to which DW said "no thanks," and we continued walking along the various kiosks in search of other drinks. A young gentleman approached me and asked if I smoked, as he was hoping to get a cigarette from me.
When I said I didn't smoke, he said that I was wise for not developing that nasty habit, and we started talking about life in general.
He said his name was Roman Villa (his artist name) and was an artist who had a studio in the neighbourhood, just beyond Belém. He lived in Bairro Alto (the area where DW and I were staying).
We spent hours just talking about life from an artist's perspective.
It doesn't matter how far you travel from home. There's always a friend around the corner, where you least expect one.
Happy Tuesday!
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