Jason & Amy are in sight of a cluster of signs on a post, one of which seems to indicate to Amy that they need to turn around. Jason thinks they're still going the right way because there was an arrow pointing in what he thought was the right direction, but Amy spotted another arrow pointing to the castle in the opposite direction. This is pretty confusing, particularly when seconds count like they do now. Nicole hurries their driver along, while Amy realizes they're going downhill and that can't be right given that they're trying to get to the top of the hill. Nicole VOs that you never know what can happen between here and the Pit Stop. Well, in this case, it's a word from our sponsor.
Back from the ads, Amy is doing a slow burn as their cab circles around back to that cluster of signs, and now that they can see them again, she points out that the way Jason tried to take them leads to the pedestrian route up to the castle, not the driving route. "Oh, sorry," Jason says sheepishly. That's a sign they're only been together a year; he hasn't yet figured out that they're better off both being wrong than insisting on doing things his way. Too much risk, not enough incentive. Team NFL is learning about that this leg too.
Soon both lead teams are schlepping their paintings and shields up to the castle, making their final approach along the top of one of the outer walls to the roof where Phil is standing at the mat. The greeter, who is dressed like a crusader, welcomes them to Lisbon, Portugal, and Phil is pleased to tell them they're team number one. No "however," this time, though for the third of three legs, the team that was in the lead for the Pit Stop blew it. But Travis says they have redemption, as well as redemption after screwing up their first leg. Pssh, redemption. That and winning this leg will get them a trip to Costa Rica.
Jason & Amy are pretty impressed with the view, but not quite as impressed to learn that they're team number two. Jason takes the blame for the mistake that cost them the win, though Amy appears to be pretty much over it already.
Leo & Jamal and Ally & Ashley have landed at the Lisbon airport, and the two teams share a minivan taxi into town because they're just that cozy. Ally tells us that her grandfather was born in Portugal so she's excited to be here. "My race wife is Portuguese," Leo dorks, and Ally gives a smile that I interpret as beginning to show the strain of pretending the Afghanimals are remotely bearable. I could be projecting, though.