To me, Lisbon tasted like delicious fish, chocolate, and pastries.
It sounded like passing trollies and fado music.
It felt sacred. Especially in Fatima, where it is believed by many that Mary appeared to three small shepherd children. We even got to see the homes where these kids lived.
It smelled like burning prayer candles and ocean breezes.
It looked like a place proud of its heritage and committed to holding onto its ancient roots.
You wanna know a fun fact about Lisbon? You do? Okay.
It was spared in World War II. It was not even scratched by a bomb. Around 1950 or so, the Catholic Bishops wanted to find a way to thank God for this fortune. So, they did what Lisboners seem to do best. They erected a statue. Apparently, one of the bishops saw the Cristo Redentor (Christ the Redeemer) down in Brazil and decided he really liked it, so they made a copy.
Enjoy your day!