Maya and I had a delightful morning, walking around the
shorefront of the Tagus
River . Today is Sunday,
so the place was hopping. There was a 10 km race going on, tourists were
pouring from buses at an amazing rate, and the locals were there in force
bicycling, jogging, or just walking with the kids and dogs. Along the river
front there is an amazing monument to the Portuguese explorers that looks like
the prow of a ship. Thirty or so of Portugal ’s great explorers were
represented climbing along the sides of the ship, at the front of whom was
Prince Henry the Navigator (cynics say that it looks like everyone else is
pushing Henry into the river). As I said before, Prince Henry never travelled
himself, but he was crazy about cartography, maps, and captain logs. He was without
doubt the drive behind the great voyages of exploration, and is credited with
the idea of leaving behind a few goats and pigs wherever the explorers landed,
so when they went back a few years later there would be a local source of food.
We also visited the Tower
of Belem , which was one of the two
bastions guarding the mouth of the Tagus
River against unwelcome
incursions by pirates or enemy fleets. It is a handsome structure and, as a
bonus, we discovered that all museums are free on the first Sunday of the
month, which happens to be today!
With the knowledge that museums were free we went nuts, and
in less than two hours visited the Museum
of Popular Art , the Museum of Lisbon
Archaeology , and the Monastery of Jeronimos. The
latter was … breath-taking. Now, I have visited many monasteries and cloisters
in Mexico
and around the world, and I have seen some truly outstanding ones, but I have
never seen anything so impressive like the cloister of Jeronimos. The white
limestone has been carved with delicious detail, and the result is a harmonious
symphony in stone that you cannot get tired of looking out. Incidentally, the
monastery was built with the proceedings of the very lucrative spice trade, so
locally it is referred to as the Pepper
Palace .
By noon it was time for me to take off for the airport, so
we had a celebratory Pastei de Belem, and I said goodbye to my dear Mayita. I
know she will do great in the rest of the time she has in Europe ,
and am convinced that she will never forget the experience.
The trip to the airport was uneventful, the flight was on
time, and I landed in Casablanca at 4:30 and was
out of customs by 5:30, preparing to work my way via taxi to downtown Casablanca . Then, to my
surprise, I saw the name of the tour group I am joining held by a smiling young
man. I reported myself and after three other people were picked up we headed
for the city. The secret here is that I was not in the list of people who
needed to be picked up, but were lucky enough that some other people were being
picked up and I simply went along for the ride!
I arrived a little late to the initial meeting, which
started at 6 pm, but I got the basic info, and during dinner I started the
process of getting acquainted with my 14 fellow travelers. This may change once
I get to know the better, but right now there seems to be 2/3 Australians and
1/3 Americans. Looks like a good group.
Muslims are now celebrating Ramadan, a very holy month of
fasting when devoted Muslims refrain from eating or drinking during daylight
hours. It is hard when this fast falls in the summer, because the day is 17
hours long and when the temperature can rise to 40ºC. Curiously, when Faby and
I were in Morocco
20 years ago, in January, they were also celebrating Ramadan, but then it was
in winter, when it was cool and the days were short.
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