Watching The Ships Roll In

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For my birthday, I wanted one thing.

A new stamp in my passport.

Well…actually…two things.

A new stamp in my passport and a check on my bucket list.

Jumping on a flight to Panama, I was excited that I was able to give myself these two outstanding presents.

After a late night arrival and a sliver of sleep, we were up early and in a cab bound for the Panama Canal.  Having always desired to visit the Canal, I was extremely excited to be headed to the Visitor’s Center at Miraflores.

Once our entrance fee was paid, we were directed upstairs to the upper observation terrace.  As we exited the doors onto the pavilion, luck would have it that a ship was passing through the locks!

Crowds were gathered along the rail and securing a place for optimum viewing was challenging.  Nevertheless, we were able to watch the mules guiding the Atacama Queen through the lock while deckhands waved to everyone on land.  As the gates opened and more than 26 million gallons of the waters filled the space, the ship rose upward.  As the waters leveled, the ship moved from one lock to the other.  Amazingly, the gates seemed infinitely small compared to the huge ship towering above them.

After the final lock, the Atacama Queen sailed off under the Centennial Bridge and into Lake Miraflores  for the next phase of its journey.

As the crowd dispersed, another ship was passing through one of the distant locks, however, we hung around waiting for the next ship to pass through the main lock.  Sadly, that ship never came.

So, off we went to explore other parts of the Visitor Center.  On the ground floor, we watched a film on the construction of this immense undertaking.  Multiple showings are presented throughout the day in both Spanish and English and it is a great way to start your exploration of the Canal.

Moving on, we made our way through each of the exhibition halls.

The History Hall offered background information on the technological innovations and sanitary initiatives in conjunction with the construction of the Canal.  The hall also pays tribute to the hundreds of men and women who made this achievement possible.

The Hall of Water:  Source of Life highlights the importance of water, the conservation of the environment and biodiversity, protection of the Canal Watershed and the commitment to the sustainable management of resources.

Operation of the Canal is spotlighted in The Canal in Action.   Here you can experience what it is like to guide a boat through a lock culvert in one of the navigation simulators.  Canal improvement, modernization and maintenance projects are also the focus of this exhibit.

Information on the importance of the Canal to world trade is the center of the information presented in The Canal in the World.  Descriptions of the trade routes served by the Canal and its main users, the vessels that transit the waterway and the commodities they carry and the future competitiveness of the Canal and how the Republic of Panama will benefit can be learned about here.

After our tour of the exhibition halls was complete, we stepped out on the two lower observation terraces for a more intimate look at the now-empty lock and the picturesque, white-washed building resting on the other side of the canal.  On the second floor, we discovered stadium seating…seating I wish we had known about as the Atacama passed through earlier.  Looking off into the distance, we scoured the horizon, hoping for another freighter or even a cruise ship.

Finally, we acknowledged that it could be hours before another ship graced us with its presence.  That’s how it goes at the Panama Canal…no set schedule.

All in all, were thankful that we arrived when we did, and were able to experience the Panama Canal operating as it was intended.

Though not wrapped up in a bow, I have to say…the Panama Canal was a pretty spectacular birthday present!

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Miraflores Visitor Center

  • http://www.pancanal.com/eng/acp/cvm/
  • Address:  Miraflores, Panama City, Panama
  • Hours:  0900 to 1630, daily.
  • Admission:  Non-resident Adults, $15.00, Non-resident Children (ages 6-12), $10.00.  Nationals and Resident Adults, $3.00, Nationals and Resident Seniors, $1.50,  Nationals and Resident Students and Children (ages 6-12), $2.00.
  • Getting There:  From the city center, cab fare is approximately $10-$12.

 

Broke-Down Buggies

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As I get older and realize how much there is in the world to see, laying around on vacation, just doesn’t do it for me anymore.

Recently, I read an article written by a journalist who was sent to enjoy an all-inclusive resort.  Having traveled all over the world, the writer was apprehensive about having nothing to do but eat, drink and work on his tan.  In the end, he learned that his body needed to unwind and he loved the laziness of his days.

I wish that I could say that I reveled in laziness and walked away from my most recent trip to an all-inclusive resort feeling relaxed and revitalized.  Truth is, I can’t sit still for that long…that’s just me.

I finished that book I had placed on the back burner and after losing thirty pounds, finally dared to wear a bikini and bronze up my stomach to match my legs.  My husband hadn’t been able to accompany us and my teenage sons really didn’t want mom hanging around while they were trying to impress the ladies.  What else was there to do?

Having spent a lot more money on two jacuzzi suites than I had planned, I originally told my boys that there wasn’t going to be any excursions away from the resort.

That vow lasted about two days.

Laying in my lounge chair, shaded by a broad blue umbrella, pina colada in hand, I perused the internet, attempting to find something that we could all enjoy that didn’t drain the last of my recent paycheck.

Dune buggies.

As we were driven from the airport to the resort, I had noticed a group of dune buggies crossing the road a few miles prior to our turnoff.

This could be fun.

Arriving at the departure point and signing the obligatory waivers, we were asked to step outside so that our buggies could be assigned.  I was told that we were waiting for another family, however, we could leave promptly if we paid extra for a private tour…only fifty dollars…per buggy (we had two).

“No thanks.”  We opted to wait.

Our wait was short lived and with the other participants’ arrival a few minutes later, we were strapping on helmets, buckling in, forming a single line and soaring down Dominican back roads.

One of the selling points of this tour was how muddy everyone was going to get…it was recommended that you not do the tour if you can’t give yourself to the idea of being covered in muck!  They went on to elaborate on how refreshing the cave swim would be after the spattered adventure.  I guess it hadn’t rained in a while, because the only mud puddles I saw were near the shower area at the starting point.  The real problem was the dust.  Bandannas or something to cover your nose and mouth was recommended (they even sell them if you forget), but what you really need are goggles.  As a contact lens wearer, I spent most of the ride squinting as I tried to keep the dust of my eyes or wiping the tears flowing down my cheeks from the pain of the dust abrading my cornea under my lenses.  Thankfully, I had relinquished all driving rights to my oldest son.

Driving along the country roads, through colorful villages, we passed grazing cows and children who gleefully ran along side our buggies.  The roads were bumpy and narrow and we traveled together in succession.  Finally, we pulled up next to a small hut and shut down our buggies.  Here, we were educated on the production of cacao, coffee, tobacco and Mamajuana (a Dominican aphrodisiac elixir) and were given a choice to sample the coffee or hot chocolate.  These products were available for sale as well as other Dominican handicrafts.

Once the presentation was complete, more driving ensued until we arrived at the part of the tour that promised a swim in a picturesque cave.  A large grouping of buildings hawking food and souvenirs lined either side of the stairs to the cave and many buggies were parked here.  By the different types of vehicles, it was quite evident that many different companies come to this location.

As we approached the stairway, we were taken aback by how many other people were trying to make their way to the cave.  Finally reaching the entry to the small body of water, we noticed that people were being instructed to jump into the cool water and immediately make their way to the guide rope leading to the water’s exit.

That’s it.

No languishing in the water.

No swimming.

No enjoyment.

Get in.  Get out.

Then, fight your way up the stairway and get ready to go.

Not really what was advertised.

I am guessing that they don’t make money while you are swimming…why swim when you can peruse the cheap souvenirs at Dominican Walmart or Dominican JCPenney?

Let’s just say, I’m glad I stayed out of the water and kept an eye on the boys’ belongings.  That was really not worth getting wet.

Back to the roads.  The longest stretch of our drive was before us, retracing our steps back to the road past the starting point.  It was now our turn to hold up traffic and cross the highway on our way to Macao Beach.  As disappointed as I was with the cave stop,  this picturesque location made up for it.  One of the last ‘resort free’ coastal stretches in Punta Cana, Macao Beach offers an idealistic shore with amber sands, coconut trees and beautiful, seaweed-free, blue water!  This time, I was getting wet!

Placing our belongings behind a log, we waded into the azure waters and attempted to enjoy the brief stretch of time allotted for this stop.  Hard to do…there were so many people on the beach, we had to keep a close eye on our end of the log so as no one attempted to walk away with our stuff.

Finally, noticing our guide’s summons, we reluctantly toweled off and jumped back into our buggies.  Crossing the highway once again, we made our way back to the companies headquarters.

Instead of immediately jumping into the safari-style truck which was to take us back to our resorts, we were herded to a small area in order to view pictures that were taken during our ordeal.  I had noticed someone taking photos a couple of times during our tour, yet, apparently, everyone else had “gotten the memo” about the photographer.  There were only a couple of shots of me and my boys, yet there were countless images of other families posed at the cave, the beach, holding parrots…where were the parrots?  I even heard another family negotiated the $50 price tag, yet, when I pointed out that we were only featured twice, never briefed on the photo opportunities and I would pay $20, I was rudely shut down.

Time to go.

While it was nice to be able to enjoy a different aspect of Punta Cana, there are many other companies which offer Buggy adventures.  Our dune buggies were in poor working order, seatbelts not connected, bald tires and buggies being hot-wired in order to start them.  While parked at the cave location, I was able to inspect other company’s vehicles and while in short supply, there were others in much better condition.  Still, while I was happy to venture out from our resort for a while, I would think twice about partaking in this type of adventure.

Take my advice.  Go ziplining, book a tour to Santo Domingo or take a cab to Macao Beach.

You will be much safer.

Next time, I while reading my book under my umbrella at my all-inclusive resort, I may have to remind myself about Buggies Extreme…only then might I truly appreciate laziness and relaxation!

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Azores. Day By Day. Part Three.

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Our last day in the Azores…so much to do…so little time.

After misreading our map the day before and ending up on a different part of San Miguel, we had some backtracking to do.  Lagoa do Fogo was our destination!

Honestly, though, I had no idea what exactly we were going to see.  My Portuguese language skills were good enough to know that we were going to a lake, but what exactly was the draw?

Following the signs from the highway, we began an ascent into the mountains.  Higher and higher, we climbed into the clouds…a light, misty rain making me a little nervous on the steep roadways.  On we continued until finally noticing cars pulling into spaces on the side of the highway.

The wind was whipping and the temperature had plummeted as we stepped from the comfort of our car.  From our altitudinous vantage point and through the fast-moving clouds, we caught our first glimpses of the beautiful Lagoa do Fogo.

Lagoa do Fogo, the Lake of Fire, is the largest crater lake on the the island of San Miguel and occupies the central caldera of the Agua de Pau Massif volcanic complex.  A protected natural reserve, it is the habitat for local and imported plant species and many species of birds.

Dodging tour vans and other tourists at Miradoura da Barrosa, we headed down the mountain for a short distance before arriving at a second viewpoint, Miradoura da Lagoa do Fogoa.  More parking was available here and we noticed many people descending down a steep path.

Although we later learned that an 11 km hike, including a trail around the lake, was an option many serious nature enthusiasts choose, the one available here was a much shorter choice…only 4 km.  Thankfully, we were somewhat prepared for the weather and the trails and we decided to tackle the task of a muddy, descent to the lake.

The sandy shores of the lake were a welcome respite from the precipitous slopes of the cliffs of the caldera and we spent some time enjoying the clear waters and stunning scenery.  Even a little rain didn’t dampen our spirits, only the trail on the way up.

After the long, arduous climb back to the summit, some much needed water and a quick study of the map, it was decided that continuing on to the eastern coast would have to wait until another trip.   It was a pity as there were some amazing things that I wanted to see along the way…Our Lady of Peace Chapel and the Lighthouse Arnel.  We were quite hungry and decided to head back toward Ponta Delgada and its unique pineapple plantations.

Pineapple A Arruda, was the first plantation that we decided to seek out.  Though expecting see the fruit spread out along San Miguel’s hillsides, we were surprised to find a small property with a large number of greenhouses.

When pineapples were brought to the islands in the 19th century, the crop was intended as another source of income for the farmers of the region.  There was one problem, however…the islands climate was not conducive for the growth of pineapples.  Greenhouses were built and a thriving business was initiated.

Today, San Miguel has around 6,000 greenhouses and offers many products made from the tangy fruit, including cake, jam, chutney, mustard, liqueur, sweets and chocolate.

As we walked through the picturesque property, we noticed that each of the greenhouses sheltered plants in various stages of growth.  After the soil is created from organic matter, bulbs are planted and then the shoots are transferred.  After a year’s time, where the plants are watered regularly and the greenhouses are smoked to help catalyse simultaneous flowering and the deterrence of damaging bugs and insects the plants are cut and replanted.  Finally, after two, long years, the pineapples are ready for harvest.

After such a long growing period, it suddenly became clear why these organic pineapples were so expensive the in the San Miguel grocery stores!

Another plantation, Santo Antonio was located a short distance from the first and we decided to navigate the narrow streets of the neighborhood to see how it compared to the first.  The owner, a friendly man, was present and after allowing us to view a video on the entire life cycle of the pineapple, he gave us a tour of the property, explaining the process in more detail.  Though this property wasn’t in as pristine condition as the first, we enjoyed each of them for the unique information we gleaned from our visits.

Heading back to the harbor, we decided to take a walk around Ponta Delgada.  Not wanting our visit to end, we meandered down many of the streets we had missed on our first afternoon in the town, admiring the architecture, and artwork…even taking a visit to the extensive shopping area which extends into the harbor.

If you are looking to travel to a destination which involves “stepping outside of the box” the Azores are your destination.  A beautiful place filled with natural beauty, architecture and history, you will never find yourself short of things to occupy your time.  If you do…head over on the ferry to another island!

And trust me…go before it gets really touristy.

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Pineapples Agusto Arruda

  • https://www.ananasesarruda.com/
  • Address:  Rua Doutor Augusto Arruda, Fajã de Baixo, 9500-454 Ponta Delgada, Portugal
  • Hours:  April through October, 0900-2000, November through March, 0900-1800, daily
  • Admission:  free

Santo Antonio Pineapple Plantation

  • Address:  Rua Doutor Augusto Arruda, Faja de Baixo, Ponta DelgadaPonta Delgada, Sao Miguel 9500-454, Portugal
  • Hours:  April through October, 0900-1930, November through March, 0900-1800, daily
  • Admission:  free

 

 

 

 

 

Azores. Day By Day. Part Two.

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The early bird catches the worm.

So they say.

We caught some breakfast and a rain shower, but we were anxious to begin our drive around the island of San Miguel.

Armed with a map, snagged from a travel agent in Ponta Delgada, we had a plan and a full tank of gas.  It was time to travel outside the city limits.  Deciding to begin our exploration on the western side of the island, we passed the airport and headed out through many small towns driving down empty country lanes lined with beautiful flowers and overlooked by sturdy-looking cows.

As concerned as I was about the cows (I was warned that they tend to jump in front of cars! Hmm…yes, that was what I was told…), I was far more interested in the amazing scenic overlooks every few miles and the beautiful hydrangeas that lined the roadways.

Having heard about the hydrangeas from friends, it was another thing to actually see them in person.   These are not the small bushes you normally see in your neighbor’s garden.  Looking more like the size of trees, these amazing flowers appeared in countless colors, shapes and sizes, are the most recognized symbol of the region and are maintained by the towns in which they are located.  As beautiful and enticing as they are, only stop to smell the flowers…it is illegal to pick them.

Continuing onward, we soon found ourselves at the Miradouro da Vista do Rei, an overlook with views of Sete Cidades, the three mile wide caldera and its green and blue-hued lakes.  According to legend, these lakes were formed from the tears of a shepherd and a princess who shared a forbidden love.

There is a parking area at the fork in the road with many trails leading into the crater.  There is also an intriguing abandoned hotel located here which reminded me of a setting from a horror movie. Though it is now enclosed by a wall to keep intruders out, the wall is not high enough if you are really determined to see the rotting remains up close.

Driving down into the crater, we crossed the lake, stopping on the banks to take in the sights from a lower angle.  The charming town was filled with typical Portuguese architecture…homes, businesses and a church…of course!

The Igreja de São Nicolau is a quaint little church which is preceded by a tree-lined path.  The single-nave neo-gothic church building has a central bell tower with some nice statues located on the lawn.  Though not as grand as the churches I visited in Ponta Delgada, it was still nice to see the simplicity of the structure.

Continuing our journey, we soon found ourselves in Mosteiros, a seaside town on the northwest coast of San Miguel.  Looking more like a Hawaiian postcard, this area boasts cliffs, rock formations, a black sand beach and blue water and is a great place to relax for a while.  The waters are quite rough and more conducive to surfing than swimming but lifeguards were there to kee watch.

Rounding the northwest corner of the island, we drove through Bretanha, Remédios, Santa Bárbara, Santo António and Capelas, stopping to admire each overlook and the occasional church.

 

After a quick lunch in Ribeira Grande, we headed south.  Our destination was Lagoa de Fogo, yet, we somehow ended up in Furnas.  Furnas was on our itinerary for the next day, but we decided to alter our plans and take a look around a bit early.

The village of Furnas is the situated on the easternmost of the three caldera lakes located on San Miguel and boasts the charm of many of the other locales in the Azores.

Famous for its hot springs and the Terra Nostra gardens, it attracts a large number of visitors each day.  Since it was later in the day, due to our driving misstep, we decided to skip the natural pools and the gardens and instead drive to the Chapel of Our Lady of Victories, a small funerary chapel located on the southwestern corner of the lake.

Completed in 1886, the chapel was built by José do Canto, a gentleman-farmer, following the death of his wife, Maria Guilhermina Taveira Brum do Canto, from a terminal illness.  Located near his summer home on the lake, the chapel was built on an elevation on the embankment and caused quite the stir upon its completion with its high ceilings, pyramid-like spire and stained glass windows.

Upon Canto’s death, he was laid to rest here beside his wife.

The chapel can be viewed from the path alongside the lake but you can also pay 3 euro to enter the José do Canto Forest Garden where you can inspect the chapel up close.  The garden has nice trails, one of which leads to a high, narrow waterfall and many of the trees from around the world are labeled and includes a giant sequoia.

Upon your entry from the parking lot, make sure to pay attention to the Garden of Lagoa das Furnas on your left for the figures carved into the trees…it is also a great spot to have a picnic.

After leaving the garden and lake area, we headed over to the Fumarolas da Lagoa das Furnas…the caldeiras on the northern side of the lake.  Though there are areas for bathing, we decided to walk around the area.  The ground was steaming and there were holes with boiling water beside the raised wooden walkways.

What is most significant about this area is that chefs from several Furnas restaurants prepare a special local meal here at the site.  Cozido, a stew that is prepared by being placed inside the caldera, harnesses the heat from the earth and cooks inside the ground.  Though we did not get to try the stew, I was told that it tends to smell like sulfur but is quite unique.

As the day was drawing to a close, we made our way back to Ponta Delgado to rest our weary bodies and make our plan for the next day.  So much more to see and do!

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Chapel of Our Lady of Victories and José do Canto Forest Garden

  • Address:  Lagoa das São Miguel, Furnas, Portugal
  • Hours: October through March, 0900-1700, April through September, 0900-1900, daily.  Closed January 1 and December 25.
  • Admission:  3€

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Azores, Day By Day. Part One

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Earlier this summer I visited Portugal for the first time.

Lisbon on two separate occasions was enlightening and refreshing, but, I was aware that there were so many other parts that I wanted to visit…what an understatement!  I was thinking Porto…Faro.  Then, I heard about the Azores.

Now, I am a person who prides herself on geography knowledge, but I have to admit, I had no idea where the Azores were located and was amazed to find that it was part of Portugal!   I decided I had to take a quick trip to check out this archipelago.

After a quick flight from New York, we were touching down in the light of the early morning hour, ready to discover everything available to us.

Despite my usual attention to detail, I found myself a bit unprepared for this trip, driving out of the airport rental car lot with only a vague map snagged from the rental car company.

Our hotel was easy to find on the harbor in Ponta Delgada, however, our room would not be ready until later that morning.  Driving past, we headed east, following the rugged coastline, interspersed with black sand beaches and sapphire waters.  Finding ourselves in Lagoa, we marveled at the colorful homes and businesses lining the narrow cobblestone streets and the white stone churches that seemed to be everywhere!  It truly seemed that we were in Italy, not Portugal!

Driving through Saõ Roque I spied a beautiful church along the coast.  Igreja de Saõ Roque is the main parochial church of the area and includes the Chapel of the Holies, an altar of immense value and decorated in hand-painted azulejo tile.  It is also known as the burial place for the grandmother of the Marquês e Pombal.

Re-mastering my little stick-shift (which I had not driven in about 25 years), we cruised along the narrow lanes and sometimes highways, heading wherever…we had no plan in that moment.

Finding outselves at the Miradouro do Ilhéu de Rosto de Cão, we parked the car and ventured over to check out the interesting rock formation jutting out from the ocean from one of the many overlooks dotting the islands’ landscape.  We also found here Forno Da Cal, a rocky fortress-like structure which was transformed from a site used for the production of lime to one used for tourism.  Resembling a small fort, its higher vantage point give visitors an amazing view over Ponta Delgada, São Roque, the hills and the Atlantic Ocean.

Finally, heading back into Ponta Delgada, it was time for check-in and a much needed shower and nap.

After our refreshing siesta, we headed out on foot, eager to explore the town laid out before us.

I must admit,  I wasn’t sure what to expect from the Azores and was surprised to find it a blend of many architectural styles and exuding the characteristics of many other countries.  In the square, housing the 18th century City Gate, some of the buildings reminded me of those I encounter in Switzerland and Germany.  And, as I mentioned before, I got the sense of Italy along the coastline in the small villages dotting the landscape.  As we headed through the countryside, I felt as though I was glimpsing Ireland and Scotland, with the low, stone walls separating the green, rolling hills.  The Azores was truly a revelation!

Strolling along the main street, we dodged the occasional rain shower, peering into the shops and restaurants and hoping that the dark skies would not open up. Our destination, Fort de Saõ Bras de Ponta Delgada, was situated on the outskirts of the city and I was anxious to spend some time walking along the ramparts and admiring the harbor views.

Paying our entrance fee, we entered the active military installation and set out to see what this place was all about.

Constructed in the 17th century, the Renaissance fort’s purpose was to defend the area against pirate raids as well as the Spaniards and the French.  During both World Wars, the fort secured the safety of Allied shipping and today acts as a base for the Portuguese navy as well as housing a military museum.

Across the main road, we found the church of Saõ José.  Looking like a typical Portuguese church from the outside, it offers a feast for the eyes on the interior.  In the early 1500’s the Franciscan Friars built a convent in the location.  Construction of the church was began in 1709 and showcases three naves and three chapels, including the Chapels of the Lord of the Thirds and Our Lady of Sorrows.  Decorated with rich gilded woodwork, it also features important 18th century blue and white tiles and jacaranda appointments.

Another church, in the adjacent square is Igreja do Santo Cristo.  Also exhibiting a beautifully gilded interior, this one threw me for a loop.  As I positioned myself discreetly to photograph the altar, I noticed the door opening and a gentleman crawling on hand and knee into the church.  Making his way to the rear of the building, he remained prostrate before a gated area.  Many after him, came to the gated area and knelt for extended periods of time.  Waiting patiently for a spot to open on one of the benches facing the bars, I finally made my way there and took a seat.

I was intrigued…what significance did this church have?  After doing a bit of research later that evening, I learned that this chapel houses Senhor Santo Cristo dos Milagres, the wooden image of Christ which represents the Jesus of Nazareth as he was presented to the crowd wearing a crown of thorns on his head and with his bruised, beaten, whipped torso exposed.  Created by an unknown artist, the statue is on display here in the church and is used to lead a procession through the city during the city for the festival honoring the Lord Holy Christ of the Miracles on the fifth Sunday after Easter and lasting until Thursday of the Ascension.

This is truly a place of pilgrimage, spirituality and extreme faith.

So moving and so touched was I by those coming to pay their respects and seek favor, I did not take any pictures of the statue.  Anyone visiting Ponta Delgada should come and see Senhor Santo Cristo dos Milagres for themselves.

Having seen three churches on this day so far, anyone would think that I would have had enough, however, there was one more that had captured my attention as we walked near the main square earlier, Igreja Matriz de São Sebastião (The Church of Saint Sebastian).

This church’s bell tower, the only one in the city, snagged my attention as I had walked nearby earlier during the afternoon.  Built between the years of 1531 and 1547, the Azotian church’s exterior is quite similar to the the previous ones I had visited earlier in the day.  Often referred to as the “Matriz”, this church was built on the site of a small chapel dedicated to the first patron saint of the island.

The interior was lavishly decorated with carved cedar and other exotic woods and the opulently carved altar and choir stalls guided me around the structure.  As I made my way around the church, I was drawn to the age-old paintings from the 17th and 18th centuries, the elegant jacaranda furniture,  the glazed tiles and the colorful images of the saints etched onto the windows.  In the sacristy, an immensely valuable collection of gold-embroidered liturgical vestments can viewed.

Snapping away with my camera at the beauty that was displayed here, I was suddenly aware of a gentleman staring at me as I walked around.  As I glanced around, it became apparent that no other visitors were taking pictures and I had probably disturbed the man with the continual clicking of my shutter.  Indeed, as I exited the church, I noticed the sign that I had missed upon my entry…no photography was allowed.  Though I had not purposely ignored the instructions, I did feel terrible for my mistake.

Continuing on, we made our way through the cobblestone streets made of volcanic rock, admiring the beautiful patterns that led the way.  So many things diverted our attention…musicians, shops displaying Azorian wares, people spread out in the promenades enjoying the lovely afternoon.

Finally, the effects of traveling through the night and lack of sleep was finally taking its toll.
Heading down to the waterfront, we spotted the restaurant that had been recommended to me by a coworker.  Enjoying the freshly prepared seafood, we admired the sweeping views of the working harbor, inhaling the scent of the salt infused air and appreciating being able to finally give pause to our weary bodies.
A good night’s rest was definitely needed…tomorrow was to be a day filled with more exploration of this unique and beautiful island.
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Itt6xx[;-0p0-[greja de Saõ Roque

  • Address:  R. Direita da Igreja, São Roque, Portugal
  • Hours:  Unknown
  • Admission:  free

Fort de Saõ Bras de Ponta Delgada

  • Address:  R. Eng. Abel Ferin Coutinho 10, 9500-768 Ponta Delgada, Portugal
  • Hours:  Monday through Friday, 1000-1800, Saturday and Sunday, 1000-1330 and 1430-1700.
  • Admission:  €3.00

Igreja de Saõ José

Igreja do Santo Cristo dos Milagres

  • Address:  Avenida Roberto Ivens Ponta Delgada, 9500-239 Ponta Delgada, Portugal
  • Hours:  Unknown, however, may be similar to the neighboring Igreja de Saõ José
  • Admission:  free

Igreja Matriz de São Sebastião

  • Address:  
  • Hours:  Monday through Saturday, 0730-1900.  Sunday, 0730 to 1300 and 1600-1800.
  • Admission:  free

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Cathedral? Not Really.

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When walking along the river Spree, there is one building that dominates the skyline.

The Berlin Cathedral.

Though this amazing structure is commonly known as a cathedral, it actually only holds the status of a parish church for the Protestant community.  Its beauty truly surpasses others within the once-walled city, but it is its history that really sets it apart.

Once the court church to the Hohenzollen dynasty, the rulers of Prussia and later, the German Emperors, this fifteenth century church had its humble beginnings as the chapel of the new royal city palace.  As time progressed, it was deemed a collegiate church…a Domkirche (cathedral church).  Though it was not the seat of the bishop or the central church of a diocese, it continued to be known as the Dom Cathedral.

From the early nineteenth century, the church was transformed from a court church into a neo-classical building by architect Karl Friedrich Schinkel.  As time progressed and monarchy changed, several designs were proposed for a new church.  By 1888, Emperor Friedrich Wilhelm II, finding the church too modest, insisted on a new design which would reflect on the monarchy’s power and prestige.   After many designs were presented and rejected, it was architect Julius Carl Raschdorff’s palatial conception that was selected to compete with St. Peter’s in Rome and St. Paul’s in London.

The church’s construction began in 1894 and a short eleven years later, the new church was consecrated.

The Second World War was detrimental to the church with it sustaining much damage.  After years of neglect, restoration work began in 1975 with a full-fledged rehabilitation beginning in 1993 after the fall of the Berlin Wall, which had divided the city since the war.

Churches are my passion and I have seen many during my travels.  I have to admit, however, as you walk up to this one, it is one of the most impressive with its massive center dome and the smaller two flanking it.  With its new golden cross (2008) glittering in the sun, the Lustgarten Park situated in the front, filled with tourists lounging in the sun and the fountain reflecting multicolored hues…it is certainly a place that would lure anyone of any faith.

After paying my admission, I donned my audio guide earphones and entered the the first stop on the tour, the Sermon church.

Wow.

There is not much more that I can say that can adequately describe the interior of the Sermon church.  Filled with bright light emanating from the large windows and reflecting from the gilded adornments, the church is a sight to behold.  My reaction was to turn three hundred sixty degrees in order to take in everything, from the sandstone pillars and figures of the four great reformers, Luther, Melanchthon, Zwingli and Calvin to the reliefs depicting the lives of the Apostles that decorate the walls above the statues.  The mosaics with beautiful portraits of the evangelists were especially breathtaking.

The chancel takes center stage and my eye was initially drawn to it as it sits high above the congregation and is surrounded by glass paintings representing the Nativity, the Crucifixion and the Resurrection.  The altar, made of white marble and onyx presides before the gilded Apostles’ Screen designed by Friedrich Schinkel.  The beautifully carved pulpit to the left of the chancel is also particularly noteworthy.

Turning to the left side of the church, the great Sauer organ was galvanizing with its massive size and artistry.  Installed during the building’s construction, it is the largest preserved organ in its original state and is considered to be the largest in Germany with 7269 pipes and 113 registers.

The main focus, however, was the gilded cupola with its large windows and colorful mosaics near the apex.  The second dome on the site, after Emperor William II deemed the first too small, is the highlight of the Sermon Church with a height of 225 feet and a diameter of 100 feet.  Standing in the center of the church I admired the best view of the dome…absolutely mesmerizing!

Venturing outside of the Sermon church’s main area, I took notice of the crypts located under the organ gallery.  Though there are many others within the cathedral, these are the burial sites of Kurfürster Friedrich Wilhelm, Elector of Brandenburg, his wife Kurfürstin Dorothea, German Emperor, Friedrich III and Kurfürster Johann Cicero, Elector of Brandenburg.

Opposite the organ gallery, I ventured into the Baptismal and Matrimonial Church.  The entrance, flanked by ornate sarcophagi and created by sculptor Andreas Schlüter, led to a barrel vaulted church.  This more intimate space, was adorned by an altarpiece, The Outpouring Of The Holy Spirit, considered to be one of the most significant pieces of artwork in the cathedral and an organ built by the Potsdam company Alexander Schuke, the first to be built after the Second World War.

Heading upward on the Imperial Staircase, I walked slowly, inspecting the multicolored marble and the stone from the Lahn region used in construction as well as the unique candelabra and ceiling crowns.  Adorning the ceilings and wall spaces are paintings displaying stories from the life of Jesus Christ and parables.  Take note of the “Nazareth” painting hanging opposite the staircase.  The original, by Albert Hertel, was lost during the war, however, this reconstruction was painted by Brandenburg restorer and painter Ekkehard Koch.

On the upper level, there is a museum which offers an architectural history on the cathedral with large scale models of wood and plaster.  Many of these show some of the original designs by Friedrich Stüler, which were never realized.

Heading higher…270 steps…I was able to lay my eyes on some of the best views of Berlin from the dome.  Fascinating statues lined the wide balustrade and I could see famous landmarks such as City Hall, the Humboldt Forum, Museum Island and the television tower.

My final stop was on the lower level of the cathedral, which is the burial place of the Hohenzollern dynasty who ruled Prussian since the Middle Ages and the German Empire from 1871 until 1918.  Though the most important kings and emperors are buried near their favorite castles in Berlin, the immense space is lined with beautifully carved tombs and statues from the influential family.

My visit completed, I made my way from the cathedral back into Lustgarten Park.  Facing the building, I stopped and gazed up at the domes, my eyes drawn to the spot where I had stood just before.  Equally impressive from the outside and the inside, the Berliner Dom is one of the most stunning churches I have visited.  An amazing place of history and architecture, it ranks high on the lists of attractions in the once divided city.  It now acts as a place which brings people together…a place of worship and a place of tourism.

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Berlin Cathedral (Berliner Dom)

  • https://www.berlinerdom.de/en/
  • Address:  Oberpfarr- und Domkirche zu Berlin, Am Lustgarten, 10178 Berlin
  • Hours:  Monday through Friday, 0900-2000, Saturday, 0900-1700, Sunday, 0900-1200
  • Services:  Sundays and public holidays, 1000, Communion Service and Children’s Service, Sundays and public holidays, 1800, Service with Sermon and Hymns, Saturdays, 1800, Vespers, Monday through Saturday, 1200, Midday Worship, Monday through Friday, 1800, Evening Worship (Thursdays as Evensong in English and German)
  • Admission:  Adults, €7.00, Children, €5.00

 

The New Guard

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Sometimes you set out to find landmarks.   Sometimes they find you.

As I was walking across the river onto Unter den Linden, I came across an intriguing structure.

Drawn in by its classicist style fronted with a row of columns and a gable frieze, I walked closer to inspect the sandstone-colored building topped with the goddess of victory.

Stepping onto the portico, I peered inside the dimly lit interior, anxious to see what significance this building had.

In the center, illuminated by the light of an aperture above is a mother embracing her dead son.

The statue, Mother With The Dead Son, by Käthe Kollwitz is extremely touching  in its simplicity, honoring those victims of war and tyranny in Germany.

Originally a memorial designed by Prussian master builder, Karl Friedrich Schinkel, his first work in Berlin, the New Guard (Neue Wache) building was designed to honor those who died in the Napoleonic Wars and the Wars of Liberation.  The structure also served as a guardhouse for the royal guard until the end of the monarchy in 1918.

In 1931, a memorial for the fallen soldiers of the World War was created here by Heinrich Tessenow, however, it was severely damaged by bombings during the Second World War.

After restorations in 1960, the building has come to serve as a memorial to the victims of fascism and militarism.  An eternal flame was placed in the center of the structure and in 1969, the remains of an unknown soldier and an unknown concentration camp prisoner were buried here, marked by a commemorative plaque.

Today, you can venture here any time of day to pay homage to those who gave their lives during wartime as well as inspect an important piece of sculpture.  Try to visit on Wednesdays, when the Great Guard of Honor gathers in front of the memorial to march the length of the facade.

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Neue Wache

Mosteiro dos Jeronimos

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During my last visit to Lisbon, I made the journey to the coastal area of Belém.  With so many things to see and do there, I was disappointed to realize that there wasn’t sufficient time in my short afternoon to visit all of the landmarks.  During this trip, we were fortunate to be there for the Festival of the Mask, which takes place on the grounds of the Mosteiro dos Jeronimos.

Staring at the beautiful building, I was mesmerized at its intricate facade and decided that this beautiful building would be first on the list of places to visit on my next trip.

One of the most decorative churches in Portugal, the monastery was built on the site of the church dedicated to Santa Maria de Belém on the harbor of Praia do Restelo.  Monks of the military-religious Order of Christ resided here at the time and provided assistance to seafarers in transit.

In 1495, Manuel I inaugurated the construction of the existing structure and the Hieronymites order of monks were chosen to reside in the complex, remaining there for over four centuries.  The building of the time was already in disrepair when Vasco da Gama and his men spent the night in prayer there before departing on their Orient expedition in 1497.

Construction of the monastery was initiated on January 6, 1501 and eventually took 100 years until its completion.  As an overabundance of taxes were collected, architects’ plans grew until it reached the size, scale and style that you see today.  The Manueline ornamentation in the cloisters incorporates maritime elements and objects discovered during naval expeditions, carved in limestone.  The main chapel, the choir and the two stories of the monastery were completed in 1550, however thirty years later, construction was halted as funds were redirected to the Escorialin in Spain as Portugal and Spain united.

After various parts of the monastery was completed in the 1600s (new portal, cloister door, house of the doorkeepers, staircase and a hall that was the entrance to the upper choir), the monastery became the burial place for the royal pantheon.

Additional adornments were completed in the 1700s, including important paintings by artist Henrique Ferreira.  After the earthquake of 1755, much of the artwork and treasures were transferred to the crown or lost and the structure was vacated.

During the late 1800s, restorations began on the property, including the cloisters.  The annex and facade of the church were altered dramatically and are what you see today.

The Monastery of Jerónimos is one of the most visited landmarks in Lisbon and tourists should be aware of long waits to enter…I had no idea.  Fortunately, as I took my place in line, I was informed by a passerby that I could enter the Archaeological Museum next door, purchase my ticket there and skip the line.  Of course, I was a bit skeptical…if I left my place in line and what I was told was inaccurate, it would be back to the end of the line again.  Thankfully, they were correct.  I waited for ten minutes, purchased my ticket and walked past everyone who had been in front of me and was still waiting in the warm afternoon temperatures.

The monastery is truly magnificent, with its carvings of saints over its entryways and fine stone details…make sure to stop by the South Entrance which is truly magnificent.  Once inside, the two level cloister is a sight to behold with pinnacles, gargoyles and other decorative features and long, architectural corridors.

The interior gardens offer a mixture of the Manuelino, European, Moorish and Eastern styles, symbols of the Portuguese empire and its power throughout the world.  Certainly a place to take your time, admire the architecture and spend a bit of time in reflection on one of the many alcoves on the upper level.  Pay particular attention to all of the different carvings on each of the columns…faces, rosettes, dates.

You will also encounter  some of the remains of important figures in Portuguese history, including presidents Teófilo Braga and Oscar Carmona, playwright, Almeida Garrett and modern poet Fernando Pessoa.

The Church of Santa Maria de Belém, in the monastery, does not need a ticket to enter and is truly the highlight of the monastery.  Access to the upper level choir loft is from the monastery, so be sure not to miss it.  Take in the view of the church from above before heading downstairs.  Of particular interest is the crucifix, the beautiful paintings and the carved choir seating all bathed in the subtle light streaming in from the rose window.

 

As I entered the church’s lower lever, my senses were truly overloaded as I was not sure where to set my gaze.  Entering from the side portal, I first encountered the tombs of Vasco da Gama and Luís de Camões which are located in the lower choir.  These magnificent tombs, designed by sculptor Costa Mota can be admired from all angles and both offer extreme detail.  The baptismal chapel is also located near the side doors as well as the exquisite Altar Dourado.  Along the north wall are beautiful confessionals and large stained glass windows decorate the space, allowing alluring filtered light to enter.

Tomb of Vasco da Gama
Tomb of Luís de Camões
Baptismal Chapel

Altar Dourado

As I walked around the church and marveled at the amazing details that decorated every niche, every column and every arch, I encountered the remains of Cardinal-King Dom Henrique and the children of Manuel I as well as the tomb of King Sebastião and the descendants of King João III.

Make sure to walk near the altar for a closer look at the beautifully painted walls and golden tabernacle.  The golden organ is also located at the front of the church.

Overall, my visited lasted just over an hour and I was touched by the artistry and grandeur of this amazing place.

When visiting Lisbon, make sure to head over to Belem to experience some of the most beautiful architecture in the city.  Worth any amount of time you may have to spend in line, Jerónimos Monastery is a masterpiece!

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Monsteiro dos Jerónimos

  • http://www.mosteirojeronimos.gov.pt/pt/index.php
  • Address:  Praça do Império 1400-206 Lisboa, Portugal
  • Hours:  October to April, 1000-1730, May to September, 1000-1830.   Closed Mondays, January 1, Easter Sunday, May 1, June 13 and 25 December.
  • Admission:  Individuals, 10€.  Combination ticket, Monastery and National Archaeological Museum, 12€.  50% discount for 65 years and older.  Family ticket, 50% discount for 2 adults, 2 children, ages 0-18.
  • Getting There:  #15 Tram from the city center runs to Belem
  • Additional Information:  Gift shop located within the monastery as well as an exhibit on the history and construction of the monastery.

The Forebearer

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There are dozens of churches in Lisbon.

But only one can claim to be the oldest.

The Cathedral of Lisbon.  Sé de Lisboa.

Once conquered by the Moors, Lisbon remained under Arab control for four centuries.  In 1147, when the city was reconquered by King Afonso Henriques and North European crusaders, a new cathedral was built on the site of the main mosque of Lisbon.

From its earliest years, the cathedral was entwined in Portugal’s history, bearing witness to the baptism, marriage and passing of Portugal’s nobility and elite.  Originally constructed in the Late Romanesque style, the cathedral was renovated many times over the years and survived earthquakes requiring repair and reconstruction resulting in contrasting architectural styles.  At the end of the 13th century, King Dinis of Portugal had a Gothic cloister built, the main chapel was converted in to a royal pantheon and the relics of St. Vincent of Saragossa, the patron saint of Lisbon were brought to the cathedral from southern Portugal.

Classified as a National Monument since 1910, the cathedral attracts thousands of visitors every year.

On this day, I was going to be one of them.

As I entered the fortress-like facade, with its two large clock towers and massive solid walls, I ran my hand over the large wooden doors passing through into the interior. The first thing I noticed, however, was how dark the cathedral appeared.  Though the second story of the ambulatory has a series of windows and the narrow windows of the lateral aisles allow light to enter, the church appeared to be much more gloomy than others I have visited.

Dodging other visitors, we made our way toward the front of the church admiring the rose window in the West facade and the interesting barrel vaulting of the nave.

Especially interesting were the chapels, one especially enclosed by a Romanesque gate.  Others include a funerary chapel, near the entrance of the cathedral, built by wealthy merchant Bartolomeu Joanes in the 14th century which still contains his tomb with his laying figure inside.

There are other tombs within the cathedral, including three in the Gothic style from the mid-14th century.  One belonging to Lopo Fernandes Pacheco, 7th Lord of Ferreira de Aves, a nobleman at the service of King Afonso IV, appears in a laying pose, holding a sword and is guarded by a dog.  His wife, Maria de Vilalobos, appears over her tomb reading a Book of Hours.  The third tomb contains the remains of an unidentified royal princes.  All are decorated with coats-of-arms.

At the end of the 13th century, King Dinis of Portugal ordered the construction of a Gothic-style cloister.  The cloister was damaged, along with many chapels and the royal pantheon during the earthquake of 1755.   Since renovated, the cloisters can be visited today, however, when we visited, it was Sunday and they had not yet opened for the afternoon.  I was truly disappointed as I understand, the tile work is simply amazing and it offers some of the most beautiful architecture in the city.  Additionally, we were not able to visit the Treasury as it is also closed on Sunday.

So, no cloisters and no treasury.  Since it was my first visit to the ancient city, there was much more to discover, including the castle, so there was no time to wait for the opening of either.

The cathedral, however, cannot be overlooked for its stunning beauty.  On my next trip to Lisbon, a return visit will be in order to see what the cloisters have to offer.  An update will surely be in order.

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Lisbon Cathedral

  • https://www.patriarcado-lisboa.pt/site/
  • Address:   Largo da Sé, 1100-585 Lisboa, Portugal
  • Hours:  Cathedral, 0700-1900, daily.  Cloister, 1000-1700, Monday through Saturday, Sunday 1400-1700.  May through September, until 1900.  Treasury, 1000-1700.  Closed on Sunday.
  • Mass Times:  1830, Tuesday to Saturday.  1130, Sunday and Holy Days.
  • Admission: Church, free.  Cloister and Treasury, €2.50, adults, €1.00, children.

 

Going Up?

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When you live in a hilly city, you get great legs.

Sometimes, however, walking up those hills takes too long and sometimes, you are just not in the mood.

In 1874, the people of Lisbon probably were not very concerned with how their legs looked, like the people of today.  The hills within the city, however, consistently presented a problem for those who needed to travel from the lower streets of the Baixa to the higher Bairro Alto districts.

Engineer Roberto Arménio recognized this dilemma and presented a project to the Lisbon municipal council which called for an elevator which would facilitate movement between the two areas.

Although many years commenced prior to its completion and inauguration in the early 1900s, the lift, finally put into operation, made life easier for the residents of Lisbon.  Over the years, however, visitors developed a fascination with Elevador Santa Justa, the only vertical lift, as well as the Elevador da Glória, Elevador Lavra and Elevador da Bica, funicular railways within the city.   In 2002, the lift, celebrating its first centenary, and the funicular railways were declared National Monuments.  Four years later, after a massive remodeling and renovation project, Elevador Santa Justa was opened to the public in 2006 as a tourist attraction.

Reading about this amazing engineering feat, I decided to tackle the Baixa district’s maze of streets and find this Neo-Gothic tower.

Approaching the vertical structure from the rear, I gazed up at the walkway connecting the tower to Largo do Carmo, catching a glimpse of those traversing the walkway and others peeking out over the edge of the observation decks.  The iron structure, with its neo-gothic arches and geometric patterns, is truly remarkable to see up close, towering seven stories with its four vertical columns, each composed of two pillars.  And if you think there is some semblance to the Eiffel Tower, you would be correct.  Roberto Arménio was, indeed, a former student of civil engineer and architect, Gustave Eiffel!

Walking to the front of the structure, the first thing I noticed was a sign, Wait Time, 60 Minutes From This Point.  

Gulp…how long?

The line, leading from the sign, down the steps and around the corner didn’t seem so far-reaching so I decided to give it a go.  After all, most of the time, wait times go a lot faster than estimated.

As I people watched and played games on my phone to pass the time, the toll of walking all afternoon became apparent on my lower back.  I prayed for the line to move more expeditiously and for the lady in front of me to take off her backpack, which she apparently kept forgetting was on her back and hitting me in the face.

30 minutes down.  Moved up a level in Candy Crush!

15 minutes to go.

5 minutes more.

Finally, I could see the elevator up ahead.  Only, those five minutes seemed to stretch out for eternity, turning into 15 more minutes.

The line finally began to move ahead of me and I quickly counted the number of people, realizing that there had to be limited capacity in the elevator car.  Money in hand, I walked up to the door.  The elevator operator took one look at me and shut the door in my face, while saying “FULL”!

Moments earlier, I had noticed that the elevator has two cabins, yet only one was in operation.  I had began to time the one working elevator’s departure and return and realized that the complete trip was approximately fifteen minutes.   So, with an aching back and a growling stomach, I tried to ignore the other tourists crowding around me, assuming if they pushed closer, their wait time would miraculously tick away quicker.  Fifteen more minutes.  Maybe I could move up another level on Candy Crush if my Iphone had enough charge.

A whirring sound caught my attention and I looked up just as the elevator came to a standstill in front of me.  After the descending passengers exited from the rear of the cabin, the door was finally opened and I was allowed to enter.

The cabin, decorated in wood, mirrors and windows, has two benches along each side for those who do not wish to stand.  A sign on the wall also confirmed what I had initially thought…capacity, 29 persons.

The thirty second ride was uneventful and I was a bit disappointed that while there were windows, they were covered in a layer of grime so thick that anything worth viewing was a gray, blurry mess.

Exiting the elevator, I stepped out on the platform and made my way around the structure.

Was I blown away?

No, actually, I think I had seen similar views of the city from the castle.  Noticing a gentleman in the far corner near a turnstile, I realized that another viewing platform was available one story up via circular stairways…for an additional charge.  No thank you, I think the view from 12 feet up will be…the same view.  Maybe I was just cranky at this point, especially when I realized why the elevator takes so long to go up and then, come back down.  The operator takes a smoke break at the top!

Wandering over the walkway, something suddenly dawned on me.  There was no one manning the entrance to the walkway.  If you are up on the Largo do Carmo, you can walk on over to the elevator and ride down, getting the elevator experience, for €3.  No long lines, no pushy people with backpacks.  Maybe I should have investigated this a little more thoroughly before coming.

Upon my descent, I pondered my visit to the Elevador Santa Justa.  Was it worth the wait?  No.

If there was no wait?  Yes.

The Elevador Santa Justa is an important part of technological history as well as that of the “City of Seven Hills”.  Take some time to make your way there and see if there is a line.  If the wait time is too long, get your exercise and walk up to Largo do Carmo…save yourself some euros and more importantly, time.

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Elevador Santa Justa

  • http://www.carris.pt/pt/ascensores-e-elevador/
  • Address:  R. do Ouro, 1150-060 Lisboa, Portugal
  • Hours:  March-October, 0700-2300, daily.  Viewpoint open 0900-2300, daily.  November-February, 0700-2100, daily.  Viewpoint open 0900-2100, daily.
  • Admission:  €5.15 for up to 2 journeys.  Purchased onboard.  A 24-hour public transportation ticket can also be purchased from any metro station for €6.15 and includes admission to the Elevador Santa Justa as well as the Gloria Funicular, the number 28 tram and the tram to Belem.
  • Getting There:  Closest metro stations, Baixa-Chiado or Rossio