Since you’re already used to hills from our San Francisco recap, we thought we would continue the trend. Keep on your shoes with extra traction- these tiled streets get slippery y’all.
Welcome to Lisbon, Portugal. That picture? A view from our tiny but fabulous apartment. Location: up three flights of the steepest stairs in existence. Population: four Americans locked out of the room (the landlord gave us the wrong keys).
The atmosphere of Lisbon is buzzing with energy. Everyone is very lively, cafe owners pounce on your with menus in five different languages. People mistake you for being Australian because you speak English.
The pastries. They’re EVERYWHERE. They’re delicious. They’ll only cost you a single euro. Treat yo’self, I sure did.
To the Beach!
Carcavelos, Portugal is a train ride away from Lisbon. In the peak of Summer, everyone in the train car is clad in beach attire. You arrive at a gorgeous stretch of coast with a ton of sunbathers and surfers. It’s dreamy under the hot Portuguese sun. We ate at spot called Casa Da Praia for lunch and I got a delicious Bifana (grilled pork cutlet on a Portuguese roll) for next to nothing.
Nights Out!
A little bird/ Travelocity gnome told us rooftop clubs are the move in Lisbon, so we roll up to a place called Silk Club wearing our finest Adidas sneakers and crop tops. We’re greeted by two bow tie wearing security guards who ask as about our nonexistent reservation. They let us in regardless because, hey, what is a better social experiment than letting in American street urchins into a Las Vegas style club.
The elevator takes us up up up to a Givenchy clad international business firm throwing a private party. They shockingly welcome their street urchin visitors with Grey Goose and Moët. Do I recommend this approach to your evening? Not necessarily, but the view of the city was nice.
PARK is situated on the top of a parking garage which sounds sketchy but it’s actually super trendy and fun. I recall ordering a margarita that was made very nicely and worth the money. We crashed a Scottish bachelor and bachelorette party that continuously performed a folk dance to JT’s “Can’t Stop the Feeling”! ‘Twas a good evening.
Lessons learned from a weekend in Lisbon: the night life pours out onto the streets as locals and travelers alike mingle underneath the lights. The yellow mojitos are not worth it- I’m pretty sure there is beer involved. Pickpockets are very real I saw my friends phone stolen right out of her pocket. ALWAYS say yes to pasteis de nata.
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