The World Needs More Dreamers.: I heart Lisboa

I'm running out of time.

Lisbon was the last stop of my Spring Break, which is rapidly becoming a part of my past.
I have to live in the now, however many wonderful memories I have in my past.

In two days it became one of my favourite cities in the world.

First impressions are important, and Lisbon gave us a bad one. You'll get that when you wander through the wrong part of town, thinking your hostel is on a sketchy back-street where you feel completely uncomfortable walking. In reality, our hostel was across town, and so nice we were sad to leave.

We got up early and hopped on a touristic bus. I've always wanted to sit up top and look down at everyone passing by. We saw all the sights the city had to offer, and hopped off in Belem. We saw the Torre de Belem, the Monastery, and the Huge statue i forget the name of. We lined up for Pasteis de Belem with everyone else in town. Sitting in the grass looking at our tarts, we took a bite. Disgusting. I wonder how such a thing is so famous.

That night we ventured to Bairro Alto. The nightlife center of Lisbon. The streets are packed with people, from 18 to 80. The mojitos were the size of my head and cheap. Finally, somewhere cheap! I have never seen anything like it. Bairro Alto is like a festival, every day of the week.

The next day we saw a church, and a castle. Sightseeing is getting repetitive. The most delicious frango-filled crepe. Chocolate covered fruit. A park with an amazing view. Relocation. Further exploration. Exhaustion.