72 hours in Lisbon
My very first stamp in my US passport was for Lisboa. It was a quick jaunt -- 4 hours to be exact -- while en route to Spain. Lisboa isn't your typical European capital. Its grit is its charm. A friend endearingly calls it "the last frontier of European's third world". I'm not sure how accurate that is given that I'm suppose to come from the third world and it's nothing quite like this. Trains run on time here. People are civil. Some super overly friendly, even. My trip here was short and sweet. We got a sick AirBnB top of the hill (it was so nice), ate here, here, here, here, and here, drank the biggest jug of sangria and got drunk before noon here and here, and took a train to Cascais then biked up and down this insanely beautiful coastline and ate here. Surf forecast was too big (like 15-20ft wall-of-insanity big) so I didn't even try.
If you're short on time be sure to put these things in your mouth:
Ginja - a cherry port of sort, local to Lisbon.
Bacalhau - codfish. Comes in various form. Mostly mushed up with stuff.
Sardines - just eat it. This isn't your American bunker food.
THE BREAD - I think I ate more bread in these 4 days than the entire year combined.
Pastel de nata - the famous egg custard. Not all of these are created equal. Grab it from the famous place in Belém or at the TimeOut market.
Polvo - octopus. So soft and delicious.
My favorite spot tho, was surprisingly the Museu Coleção Berardo. Such a wonderful collection of contemporary art, organized by genre. The architecture and use of typography throughout the area are both equally divine. This was a super quick trip with friends from Berlin. It was fun, low key, and just the right amount of exploration and vegetating on the couch. No internal revelation this time around. ;) Enjoy.