Today marks my thirty day streak of blog posting!
For my thirtieth birthday, I went to Lisbon and Cascais to eat my way through the land.
It was an amazing trip, full of both urban and beachy walks, great fish and quaint streets. To make the experience even more grand, we received a complementary carafe of port from our fancy beach front hotel. It was the perfect thing to drink after a stroll in the sand, wrapped in our fancy high-end robes, looking out over the Atlantic as the sun set.
Upon checkout, we debated splurging and buying the fifty dollar bottle, but reasoned it was too expensive and passed.
I have now spent my thirties (almost 5 years!) searching again for that port. Nothing that I try tastes as good. I have looked, scouring dive bars and high end liquor stores alike, in search of a memory. The truth is I have likely been successful, unknowingly trying a glass, and rejected it for not being the one. Nothing compares to how it tasted when I was there. It remains elusive. Unknown.
30 is a good number. Good for port and Portuguese beach walks.
There is always more to come. The wine may taste good now, but there are other drinks to try.
In the meantime, seize every moment you can. Buy the bottle. Treat yourself. You may not have the opportunity again.
Happy 30th, my friends!