A Lazy Day in Lagos

We arrived in Lagos yesterday afternoon. Pedro from Vibel Taxi was there to meet us and take us to Vila Nico. Frank was waiting at the door to show us our apartment and orient us to the area. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a lovely common area plus a large patio and laundry room. We are set!

Sunday morning and we are off to find breakfast. We ended up in a bar restaurant filled with Portuguese people and not much English. Our kind of place. After a very generous ham & cheese grilled sandwich and coffee we wandered down to Intermarche grocery store where Dennis found gizzards, both chicken and duck. Yep, a real “Whole Foods” kind of place.

After unpacking the groceries and a few bottles  of wine plus a bottle of Port (already 1/2 gone), we rested.

We decided to take a walk to the historic area of the walled city.  It was a circuitous and fumbling walk but eventually ended up inside the walled city.  The city itself rambles and ambles along from the wall into the port. A gorgeous walk!

And what do you think we did then???

Saude!!

The Gospel According to Dennis:

Like Cindy said, it’s the kind of day I love. We slept in, had a nice breakfast (breakfast for four, $10.00) and walked into the old walled city of Lagos. As usual, and even with our GPS, we had to rely on about 4 locals to help us get into town.  Lots of history here as Portugal in the Middle Ages, was home to many famous navigators and explorers.  Their famous navigational skills will remain intact as we can barely walk 50 steps from our casa before one of us says, “Right or left?” Followed by, “this doesn’t look right.  Let’s ask that guy over there.” Don’t think Magellan operated that way!! We finally made it into the “old town”—downhill all the way.  After a few drinks, a great dinner at Oceano Restaurant where we had a $2.50 liter of wine, it was dark and time to return home.

Remember me saying it was downhill all the way?  What do you think that means about heading back?  You’re right!  Uphill all the way. After discussing it for 15 seconds, we all decided on a taxi ride back.  That’s what old fatties do.  Eight minutes later at a cost of $5.00, including tip we were back on our doorstep.  What do old fatties do now? You’re right again.  We popped open a bottle of wine to recuperate.  Don’t know about my compadres but I don’t think I’ve gained any weight with this exercise.  Then I hear this voice from within—“Easy boy! Remember what moderation means?”  Think that’s my liver talking.  Until next time...cheers!