Her Grace and I had to journey to Lisbon today. We heard there was a peasant uprising that we had to quell. We arrived at a home of one of our spies as to not create suspicion amongst the villagers. I wore my Motorhead t-shirt so they wouldn’t recognize me as their leige. We located the usurpers and cleansed their bodies with flame. It was a joyous occasion.

We went through some fairly mountainous terrain on the drive from Crato to Lisbon. It was quite a change from the coastal areas around Portimao.

We had no idea they farmed giant marshmallows in Portugal.

The castle of Saint George is what we look upon from our apartment. It was built by the Moors around 1050, if I remember correctly. It sits atop the highest point overlooking the city. Unlike the other castles, it was always intended as a military garrison, so it’s rather stark.

Here goes “Her Grace” again, trying to command me to throw myself from the parapet to demonstrate my true love, after all the necessary beneficiary documents have been completed.

Notice the walls were definitely not OSHA compliant. In Europe they assume you’re not stupid enough to fall over.

More archeological excavation going on…

Lots of peacocks wandering about – and some babies!

There was this neat little wine truck set up at the terrace overlooking the city.

They had captured some tribbles. They used the Navy to make sure they didn’t escape the area.

It was also a nice place to watch the sunset.