Obrigada
Three different nationalities from two different countries in one city; Porto. It all started there.
Mitra and I started our journey early in the morning, hopping on buses,planes and trains till we got to Porto. As we wandered the streets to find our airbnb, clouds kept following us but it didn't matter. We had made it.The air was fresh, the sights were new and the people were nice to us. Once we got to our hostel we waited for the third party, Eliza. From the moment we were united, plans started being made, maps and papers spread out on the table. Restaurants and drinks were planned by Eliza and Mitra and I were more than content to follow her around the city. Sometimes we had to climb up a hill for nearly an hour but we always knew it would be worth it, and it was every time. From the fanciest restaurant in Porto to the emptiest little snack place, the food was damn good. The city was enchanting. Laundry was hung practically from every window. The houses were covered with colorful tiles and the narrow streets gave it all a very homey feeling. Porto was split in half by the Douro river. The 45 minutes we spent on Douro was meditating. Eyes shut, the wind brushed your hair and the water splashes caressed your face. Porto was good to us, but it was missing a little bit of action. So after four peaceful days, we said our goodbyes to Invicta, packed up our stuff and headed to Lisbon...
Lisbon welcomed us with a soft sunny weather. Once we arrived at our new appartment we chose our rooms. Each room was a different color; one was orange, the other blue and finally, the best for last, a green one with a double bed and the cutest little balcony I have ever seen. The green room was down the hall, away from the other bedrooms and due to complaints recieved about my snoring in Porto, we all agreed that I should be further away from the non snoring community. After settling that matter, we were ready to explore the wonders of Lisbon. We headed to a pastry shop where we had excellent Pasteis de Natas...with beer. A couple of hours later, after a few drinks and a nice dinner in a very local restaurant situated on top of a hill we were ready to discover the night life of the city. We were lucky enough to have a local drummer show us around.So we rolled down to the water side and as we walked our new friend told us stories about his city. Before we knew it we had arrived at our destination: the pink street which was literally...pink. Each bar and club was named after a big city. So we danced our way from Copenhague to Jamaica and from Jamaica to Tokyo. Once our alcohol level dropped we called it a night and headed back home. Hungover or not, the next day went on with a beautiful bright blue sky which put a smile on everyone's face. People were as nice as they were back in Porto. They welcomed you into their shops and restaurants, they thanked you whether you had purchased anything or not. One old lady even thanked us for petting her cat. By the last day we were all in love with the city.
And so with luggage full of cherishable memories, we said our last obrigada, left our heart in Portugal and headed back to reality.
Obrigada Portugal!