Ten years felt like it deserved something a little bigger than a normal travel day. We did not need the day to be perfect, but it did feel worth marking properly. So, we started our anniversary morning in Cascais, Portugal, feeling very lucky and only slightly confused about how a full decade had gone by already. We started the morning with a quick hotel breakfast before getting picked up by our climbing guide, Miguel. Miguel is 24 years old and started his guiding business last year. He already has gear, a van, and a pretty solid setup, so he seems to be doing alright. He also surfs, spearfishes, works with a nonprofit, and does several other impressive things that made us wonder what we were doing at 24. Also, he bakes cookies with his mom for his clients. So yeah. He rules. He drove us about 30 minutes outside of Cascais. On the way, we passed through a very affluent neighborhood, and Miguel said most of the people living there probably have no idea that there is hiking, climbing, a...
Day 10 started with a very intentional decision: this was going to be our laziest day yet. We woke up and ordered room service, because leaving the room felt like too much ambition for the kind of day we had planned. After breakfast, we showered and went downstairs for our scheduled couples massage, which really locked in the theme. From there, we went down to the pool, grabbed a pair of loungers facing the ocean, and parked ourselves there for the next four hours. We had more Portuguese lessons with our server, who insisted that our Portuguese was good, but he definitely told that to everyone who attempted Portuguese with him. At some point, we saw someone with a really good-looking drink. We had no idea what it was called. The server didn’t seem to know either, so we took a guess and ordered daiquiris, hoping they would be the same thing. They were not. Then we got talked into ordering a giant pineapple full of piña colada to share, which felt like the correct vacation choice. Unfort...