Lisbon travel guide

Dear Lin'an:

I’ve been hearing stories about my time in Spain, but next, I’m going to tell you about what we saw and heard in Lisbon.

Lisbon is the capital of Portugal, but it was settled very early, for example, it was informed by the Roman Caesar. In 1147, King Alfonso I of Spain once captured Lisbon from the Moors. It then became the capital of Portugal - a difficult process.

Lisbon was also the starting point for the heroes of the Age of Discovery. For example, Vasco da Gama started his maritime trade journey from Lisbon and circumnavigated the Cape of Good Hope. Therefore, Lisbon had a glorious period - gold, gems and spices were shipped to Lisbon from foreign countries, making it a wealthy commercial city.

Belém Tower is a miniature castle in Lisbon and one of the world cultural heritage sites. It is considered an old-timer in Portuguese ancient architecture. For more than 500 years, it has been quietly waiting on the north bank of the Tejo River, confirming the history of Lisbon from prosperity to decline - even the 400-year-old fort has been intact with this tower for 500 years! This tower is no longer built in Gothic style, but in an ancient Roman style. The square top, square tower body and square foundation are all regular and neatly arranged. It's just that compared to modern architectural styles, this style is a little more rigid. To our surprise, there were many cannons in the tower facing out the window, as if they were ready to bomb the invaders at any time. ——The Tower of Belém, surrounded by a large river, experiences ebb and flow every day, but these cannons are not eroded by the rising or falling tide. Those tides are as blue as the sky.

There is also a bronze model outside the tower (which is a replica of the Tower of Belém). Every detail is carefully and meticulously carved, and every part of the tower is carved very vividly, not at all as rigid as the original.

The most surprising thing is that we actually found two jellyfish under the suspension bridge - they were moving at a slow speed, as if they did not want their living space to be limited to a large circle; in addition, we were in the shallows downstream. Two other jellyfish were found on the beach - but their luck was not so good - one was stranded and the other had died of drought. We tried our best to help the stranded jellyfish return to the sea, but failed. To this day I feel guilty about this jellyfish.

maritime monument

There is a maritime monument near the Belem Tower. It is said that this monument was built to commemorate the 500th anniversary of the death of Henry the Navigator (there is another theory: this monument is to commemorate Portugal's glorious history of exploring the ocean for three hundred years. built). The 80 navigators from the 13th century onwards are all on the main body of the monument - a huge ship: the man standing majestically on the bow of the ship is Prince Henry, who made great contributions to the great age of navigation; Vasco da Gama Followed closely, he looked ambitious; even famous generals, missionaries, and scientists in Portuguese history were involved, some were looking around, some were observing, and some were looking ahead with confidence... It's really full of momentum. There is a huge world map on the ground in front of the monument, which is engraved with the geographical locations of the discovered new continents and the dates of their discovery, and is marked in great detail; some places are also vividly painted with strange creatures such as water monsters and dragons. , I guess: it was because people at that time did not have a deep understanding of science, or they still had some belief in rumors about monsters, ghosts and gods. This is well-founded, because Europeans usually combine religious beliefs with their His art is perfectly integrated into the architectural design, including the monument (not to mention such a magnificent monument). The routes and trade items on the map are very clearly marked, allowing people to understand them at a glance, and they will also learn more about the data about the great era of navigation (so I was inspired to record them into articles). I seemed to see a giant ship galloping under the blue sky, riding the wind and waves.

Now that you are in Portugal, if you have not tasted Portuguese egg tarts, then you have not been to Portugal. The original Portuguese egg tart originated from the Jerónimo Monastery, where a nun accidentally invented it while making snacks. Now, the monastery has even opened a special store selling the best egg tarts.

Before going to the castle, we visited this little shop. The freshly baked egg tarts are still steaming slightly, and exude the aroma of eggs and flour. When you take a bite, you will feel that they are charred on the outside and tender on the inside. The filling of the egg tarts melts in your mouth, and the sweet smell spreads in your mouth. When I swallowed it, it rubbed my intestines and stomach all over, allowing the entire digestive system to accept its unique taste. What a kind of enjoyment this must be! The six egg tarts were all wiped out by me and my family in the blink of an eye. Everyone looked at each other and smiled, then headed towards the castle again.

Lisbon's traditional carriage

The castle is named São Jorge and is located at the highest point in Lisbon. It retains the quaint castle and city walls. From the castle, you can have a glimpse of the "April 25th Bridge" connecting the Atlantic Ocean and Lisbon.

The traditional means of transportation - horse-drawn carriages - is still preserved outside the castle. One after another, fat and strong horses pulled carriages one after another, carrying people who were exhausted from the journey and wandered on the road. My sister and I were about to jump up and take a photo with the carriage, but who knew...this photo would come out.

In the photo, a tall girl with short hair and crisply dressed face seemed to have a distorted expression before she could jump up; but because I had just jumped down, my face turned into a changing line like a time and space tunnel, and my hands Falling in a palm shape, with both feet touching the ground - it's really hilarious.

Now we are in Lisbon. There is a Arc de Triomphe standing on the central square here - but you must not think that the Arc de Triomphe in Paris has been moved - in fact, this is the fruit of the wisdom and hard work of the Portuguese. It is called the Arc de Triomphe of Augustus. The stone carvings on the top tell a touching story - a god holds a ring woven with olive leaves in his hands and puts it on the heads of two gods, a male and a female. The tour guide said that this is a crowning of genius and virtue.

Arch of Augustus

The Port of Lisbon is a large commercial port that has been famous since ancient times. It is said that during World War II, it was one of the few ports open. There are many steps by the port. As long as you take off your shoes and socks and run barefoot up the steps, you can experience the pleasure of your feet being washed by the cold sea water. It was afternoon, the sun was shining from behind us, the sky was blue, the sea was clear, the sky and the sea spread infinitely, and in the end they actually merged into one, making it difficult to tell where the horizon was.

After talking about the sea, let’s talk about the sky. At that time, the genius in Lisbon was called "Cloudless". Crystal-like waves ran playfully all the way and fell directly on my feet. Immediately, the chill spread from my feet to the root of my neck. Just a moment ago, I felt like I was being put into an oven. It was generally hot. Now, this heat disappeared immediately and was replaced by a comfortable coolness. I could almost forget about the sweat on my back and the direct sunlight above my head. I just watched this calming scene. The beautiful scenery that came down was silent and integrated with the sea water. I seemed to feel a small fish passing through my body, causing a small wave. When I raised my head, I could see a few idle seagulls perched on the pillars. They stayed there defiantly for a while, then spread their wings and flew high. .

There was a scream from beside me. I turned around and saw our dear groupmate holding up his trousers in a panic. I immediately guessed the source of the scream - this unlucky group member was overly entertained by the enthusiastic waves, causing his trousers to become 'flooded'. Before I could laugh out loud, I felt a biting chill on my legs. When I looked down, I couldn't help but feel dumbfounded - my whole trousers were wasted by a sudden wave of water. I shook my head and slowly stepped back onto the platform, watching waves of waves rush up to the platform and slide down with joy. There were street performers playing soft country music on the platform. Passers-by seemed to appreciate these "natural sounds" very much, and some even clapped.

To this day, when I think of this "summer resort", I can't help but have many wild and wild associations, and a gleam flashes in my eyes.

Since the sky was blue all day long in Lisbon, wouldn’t the theme color for the sixth day be blue?

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