In the airport, Erika poking her face through a Mr Men board.

Me, Chie and Erika in the Lufthansa lounge (we were flying TAP who don't have their own lounge at Heathrow).

The bar.

The three of us on the plane just before take off.

Chie and Erika on the plane having their lunch. The food wasn't that good.

The sparkling wine we had with lunch was pretty awful - I couldn't finish it - so I went with something safe and ordered some Port instead.

In Lisbon now, on the way to dinner.

At Coelho da Rocha, the girls digging into petiscos (the Portuguese equivalent of tapas).

Picture of our table taken by our waiter, who was a delightful man.

I had done a bit of research beforehand into whether there was any kind of petiscos I would be able to eat - and came up with pretty much this single thing - peixinhos da hortas, which are sort of green beans (runner beans?) tempura. Apparently a dish invented to mimic little fish for people who couldn't afford to eat fish.

Oh and of course there were padron peppers, being on the Iberian peninsula.

This cava came highly recommended on their wine list, and I have to say it wasn't actually bad. Being cava it was of course Spanish rather than Portuguese though.

Back at the apartment.