Frisbee

Today is about sports. After a delicious breakfast, we head to the metro. We want to play disc golf today at the DiscGolfPark do Parque das Artes e Desporto in Amadora. It's a flat 9-basket course.

The park is a 50-minute public transport ride from the hotel, situated in the outskirts of Lisbon.

And because we are being so sporty today, we also get off the bus 3 stops early to increase our activity points. Yes, the course is flat, but getting there is still a bit strenuous and makes you sweat.

If you've ever been to the landfill in Kohlenfeld (or elsewhere), you know how high a garbage mountain can be.

This former garbage mountain now houses tennis and soccer fields, running paths with fitness equipment, a playground, and a lot of artworks.

And of course, the 9 baskets – along with plenty of thistles and prickly grass.

Today clouds are actually in the forecast, but the sun is blazing down from the sky and there is very little shade. The game isn't particularly spectacular.

No great distances, not many obstacles – the only opponent is the crosswind and the thistles you have to navigate because the disc always lands where it's not supposed to.

Around 1 PM we climb down from the hill and stop at a local restaurant. No tourists, just retirees, workers, and us. Communicating with the young waiter, whom I estimate to be in his mid-20s, was quite difficult. We speak hardly any Portuguese and he knows no language other than Portuguese.

My partner's dorade was great - my picanha (which is actually 3 cm thick slices of grilled beef tenderloin on a skewer – in my case, they were thinly sliced to 5 mm and briefly grilled) was a bit tough, and the knife was extremely dull. A really bad combination.

Full and exhausted, we make our way home to take a siesta.

There isn't much time left to explore Lisbon, as we are moving on tomorrow. But today, we're heading up to the viewpoint Miradouro de São Pedro de Alcântara,

to enjoy the beautiful view over the old town.

The way up is also sweaty since the funicular is no longer running, so we have to walk the 45 meters of elevation, and that is at 28 degrees.

The view was impressive, just like the church, which looks plain from the outside but is wow on the inside and a bit creepy too.

In some niches were figures and beside them lay slashed forearms where the tendons could be seen. In another were bones and a skull decoratedly arranged.

With the blessing of all the saints present in the church, we head to the water. I keep wanting to write sea, but it's actually a river. We settle into a riverside bar and try sangria – and it tastes different everywhere (I thought the one from the first evening at The Mop near our hotel was the best).

My partner has been wanting pasta for 2 days and today we make that happen. A small Italian restaurant in a side street, called “Limocello,” was chosen, as we did not want to eat close to our hotel again. Just like yesterday, during the France-Spain game, all the restaurants with TVs were packed. And again today during the England-Argentina game, the same picture. However, the Italian restaurant was empty.

The food was very delicious and all the waiters and cooks were very chatty. They also didn't have much to do. Our waiter came from Nepal two years ago, the table assigner had also been to Terceira (our next destination) and gave us a few tips.

One more group picture with a lady

and then we are ready for bed - tomorrow means early rising.