Finally, safely if exhausted at the hotel in Lisbon. Us, that is, but not one of our bags. Naturally it would be the one with my toothbrush and painkillers to deal with the wrist. Since it seems I can't travel anywhere without an airline misplacing my baggage, I am starting to seriously question the point of packing in the first place.
This time the dubious honor goes to the combination of Finnair (Helsinki to Amsterdam) and TAP Portugal (Amsterdam to Lisbon), and in particular to the handling agency at the Lisbon airport, who managed to make a lasting impression with their total inability to deal with lost baggage complaints despite several employees seemingly dealing with the complaints. We finally left the airport an hour and a half later, having left a notice form but not receiving any confirmation that anything would be done. Sanna is pretty much convinced we'll never see that bag again.
On a more positive note, at least we know precisely where we are, thanks to the Bluetooth GPS receiver I bought at the airport. Finally I might have a use for the Nokia 770 where the built-in software and its limitations make no difference. Maemo Mapper is awesome.