We visited a grocery store in Badajoz with a prosciutto-slicing station. I still can’t decide if seeing the slicer in action helped me see where my food comes from. The store had giant hyper-clean aisles and smelled of cleaning solvents. Nobody spoke and social distancing was in full effect. The Spaniards were dressed in their usual black, somber leather. And here’s this woman in the center of the store with her metal cuffs, working like a surgeon on a pig’s leg. I felt like I was in a video for some 90’s industrial band.

Lisbon has these cute yellow trams that are emblematic of the city (sort of like San Francisco’s cable cars). They appear on souvenir t-shirts and coffee mugs, and tourists love to ride them. We were lucky enough to visit one of the tram’s flats in the Baxia district where it invited us in for coffee, sardines, and sweet custards.

Lisbon has this fun museum where they simulate earthquakes. It’s called QUAKE and they time-travel you back to 1755 when an earthquake, tsunami, and subsequent fires destroyed the city and killed tens of thousands. QUAKE is part museum, part escape room, and part dark ride. The fake earthquakes are muito bom!

My sunsets on the Algarve coast suffered from lens flares, contrast issues, and poor shooting locations. But I don’t care. I DON’T CARE!

Sunsets are stupid.