Lisbon wasn’t love at first sight—but it grew on me with every pastel wall, cobbled alley, and pastry bite.
The city rolls like a wave—literally. It’s built on hills, so you’re always climbing, always discovering.
🏙 First Encounter: Alfama
My first stay was in Alfama, the oldest district. Think: faded walls, flower pots, tiled facades. At night, fado music drifted from small taverns, mournful and beautiful. I didn’t understand the lyrics, but I felt every note.
🚋 Tram 28 Adventures
The iconic Tram 28 took me clanking past Gothic cathedrals, sunny plazas, and tile-covered houses. The views were breathtaking—especially from Miradouro da Senhora do Monte, where I watched sunset with a beer in hand and new friends beside me.
🥧 Pasteis and Coffee
No visit is complete without pastéis de nata—Portugal’s creamy custard tarts. I ate my first at Pastéis de Belém and instantly understood the hype. Warm, flaky, slightly burnt on top. Paired with strong espresso? Heaven.
Lisbon is a city that hums, not shouts. It’s slow, poetic, and a little melancholic—but in the most beautiful way.
