Lisbon has taken a while to get to. It took a flight delay, a technical failure, and 2 subways to get here. It also took a lot of my nerves with it, considering that what the hell am I doing? The world has serial killers in it! AND PEOPLE.
This is what Lisbon looks like at Baixa-Chiado station, walking out. So, basically, magic. Pure, unrefined, historical magic. Also, fear. It took me a good 45 minutes to walk to where I needed to find my hostel – something that, theoretically, should have taken 10 minutes. But hey, Europe’s not down with that perpendicular street placement shit.
This is what it looks like when I look out of the room of my hostel. Also, what my dreams look like. Lisbon, nobody expected ye to be so goddamn fine! Also, nobody expected you to be so minimally conservative with ad placements on your subways, wheeeeeee!
P.S. seafood and olives and wine.