First contact - Lisbon

Lisbon, city of light, city of magic (or is that Mournhold?). Turns out Lisbon is where the Clangers went. I was awoken from my siesta this afternoon by a sound only describable (sp?) as a clanger whistle. I thought of course that it could be some sort of half dream but upon hearing it in my fully woken state I could confirm. Clangers still exist and they live in Portugal. I did not see the being emitting this noise so I can't guess as to its purpose. The fact that I found a Hello Kitty emporium has also added Lisbon to my top destinations list. I think the look of wonder on my face convinced the shop assistant I was a no good shoplifter. That and the fact that I kept pawing at my handbag due to my severe paranoia about pickpocketing. Portuguese is a strange and misleading language. Sounds like Russian, written like Spanish. I'm convinced now that the lonely planet language guide exists only to fool unfortunate travellers into making a fool of themselves and provide a cheap laugh for tourist trappers in Portugal. One example - restaurante. Is it like the French or English pronunciation....NO. It is pronounced hestoroch. Why? Lovely to listen to, impossible to learn in 4 hours. In short my little trip to Lisboa has gone well and without a hitch that I can remember though my memory is limited to 5 minute bursts at the moment due to the 6 hours of sleep I've had since Friday night. It's Monday. Gragh. A more coherent post will follow soon. Boa noite!