I had already written everything about my trip to Lisbon, but somehow WordPress managed to lost my articles. Some might say it was my fault, but I always prefer to blame the equipment. So here I find myself writing it all over again.
On day 3 we went to Cascais. It’s a sort of Beverly Hills for people who live in Lisbon.
Here is what you can expect from Cascais: palm trees, sun, palm trees, beach, palm trees, sea breeze, palm trees, boats, palm trees, expensive cars, palm trees, topless girls, and once in a while you might encounter a couple of palm trees.
The designated rally driver toke us through the beautiful landscape of Sintra on the way to Cabo da Roca, the westernmost point in continental Europe. It’s a bit windy there. And after that we stopped by Ericeira, a well known place among the surfing community. There we had a taste of hard life, with some couches and beers. Mmmmmmm sweet cold beers.
At night we decided to explore the night life in the capital, by going up and down the narrow streets of Bairro Alto. Never thought getting drunk could be so exhausting.
I am Portuguese and I’ve never seen Lisbon until last week. I spent five days in the capital, and I’m going to write a post for each day.
The first day was pretty uneventful. I decided to go to Lisbon by bus because there was no way I was going to take my car into that chaotic mess they call traffic. I arrived during the afternoon, and had a friend waiting for me at the station who helped me figure out how to use the urban transports.
Later I hooked up with some other friends, one of which had a car, and she drove us for dinner to an awesome market. Trust me, there is nothing as hot as watching a Portuguese girl rampaging through the streets of Lisbon in a 16v VW with one hand on the steering and other on the gear shaft.
Later that night I decided to go out for a beer in the most famous place in Lisbon for this purpose: the Bairro Alto. It is basically a maze of narrow streets full of pubs. I met a friendly group of Italians and we spent the night “sharing” our cultures.
Right next to Bairro Alto there is a wonderful viewpoint where you can see the whole city. We stayed there for a while beholding that magnificent sight. I felt butterflies in my stomach while imagining how it would be to walk those historical streets during the next day.