A Travelogueby Richard Smith
The trade winds that Vasco da Gama rode home from India five hundred years ago, with the beginnings of an empire in his holds, still blow up the Tejo estuary and help push the Langhorne to its mooring. It’s a sunny day, and already hot before lunch. The cruise line’s parsimonious schedule planners have valued Lisbon at seven hours. It’s the least time given to any of our ports of call.