Lisbon's a Blur: Lost in Pastel and Pastéis de Nata

okay, so, i’m pretty sure i’m running on caffeine and the sheer disbelief that i actually made it here. 2214812… seriously, what even is that number? it just… appeared. and 1434528890? don’t ask. i’m not touching it. the air here is thick, like warm honey and something vaguely salty. it’s 15.92 degrees feels like, and 15.81, with a pressure of 1017, humidity at 86, sea level at 1017, and ground level… well, 1013. it’s just… stable. which is a relief, honestly. i’ve been bouncing around like a pinball for weeks.

Lisbon is… chaotic. in the best way. like a really loud, beautiful, slightly sticky party. i spent the morning wandering Alfama, getting hopelessly lost in the narrow, cobbled streets. it’s a maze, a beautiful, crumbling maze. someone told me that the best pastel de nata are at Pastéis de Belém, but i ended up grabbing one from a tiny bakery tucked away down a side street - it was honestly the best thing i’ve eaten in months. seriously, don’t even think about skipping it.

I’m staying in this Airbnb - it’s basically a converted attic with a view of the Tagus. the landlord, Miguel, is a retired fisherman who mostly communicates through grunts and gestures. he keeps offering me sardines. i politely declined. twice. he just nodded and went back to polishing his fishing gear. if you get bored, Sintra is just a short drive away, apparently. it’s supposed to be insane. i’ll probably check out TripAdvisor later.

I stumbled across this little street art collective near the LX Factory. it’s wild. like, seriously wild. huge murals everywhere, covered in this kind of gritty, almost unsettling beauty. i saw a guy spray-painting a giant octopus - an octopus! - with rainbow tentacles. it was… a thing.

Rural village nestled in rolling hills under a cloudy sky.

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Speaking of things, i overheard some drunk advice from a guy at the bar last night. he was rambling about how the real Lisbon is found in the bairro da Graça. apparently, it’s where the locals hang out, not the tourists. he said to avoid the tourist traps and just… feel the city. which, you know, is good advice. i’m trying to do that. i’m trying to just… be here.

I’m seriously considering buying a beret. or maybe a fado record. or both. i don’t know. i’m just… absorbing. it’s exhausting, but in a good way. i just checked and it's...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing.

I found this amazing little shop selling vintage scarves - seriously, the colors are insane. i’m thinking of adding a few to my collection. it’s a whole thing, you know? a slow, deliberate hunt for beautiful, slightly worn-out things. it’s my happy place.

A herd of sheep grazing on a lush green hillside

Okay, quick gear list for anyone planning a trip: sturdy shoes (seriously, the cobblestones are brutal), a reusable water bottle (it’s hot), a portable charger (because i’m always out of battery), and a healthy dose of wanderlust. and maybe a beret.

I’m heading to the Time Out Market Lisboa next - apparently, it’s a food hall with everything from Michelin-starred chefs to traditional Portuguese snacks. i’m starving. and slightly terrified of making a bad decision about what to eat. i heard that the bifanas are legendary. i’m going for it.

Check out this Yelp page for some more recommendations: https://www.yelp.com/map/lisbon-restaurants

And this TripAdvisor page for some hotel deals: https://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotels-g189119-Lisbon_City_of_Lisbon_District.html

Seriously, Lisbon. you’re messing with my head. but in a good way.

Oh, and one last thing: don’t trust anyone who tells you the best viewpoint is Miradouro da Senhora do Monte. it’s crowded. go to Miradouro das Portas do Sol instead. you’ll thank me.

Lisbon's a Blur: Lost in Pastel and Pastéis de Nata

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