After spending the early afternoon in Madrid and almost losing my flight, it was time to go to Lisbon. My flight was delayed a few minutes and the pick-up was slow. I usually do not mind waiting, but I had a friend of mine waiting for me at the airport. By the way, Vustago, if you’re reading this, thanks for picking me up ❤
As soon as I arrived, we put money in the subway ticket he lent me and we suffered a little carrying the suitcase and going up the cobblestone streets of Lisbon (little did we know we would suffer much more on my way back to return to Brazil). We were on our way to Julinha’s house, my friend since I was 16 years old that moved to Portugal and became one of the people I miss the most. Vustago, a friend of São Paulo, also moved to Lisbon to do the double degree. At least he knows that he’ll be there for two years (well, now one to go only), but Julinha, I doubt she’ll ever come back.
And as if these two people were not enough to make me cross an ocean to find them, Lola, another friend from Rio who moved to Denmark, said she would go to Portugal to see Julinha and I. It would be the trip of my life.
When I arrived at Julinha’s house, I was undoing my luggage and giving her what her mother had sent through me. I also put together the small carry on bag I borrowed from Julinha to take to France. As I would do an internal flight, I would not check in suitcases and would have to fit clothes for 13 days of traveling in a handbag ahhaha.
After packing everything, I cannot remember, but I think we went to eat at the “Merendeira”, a restaurant at Ribeira. Simply my favorite place in the universe to eat. I wish I had something similar in Brazil 😦 but basically, for almost 6 euros, you buy a chorizo bread, green broth, a glass of sangria (or juice or soda) and a sweet rice! The coffee there is also amazing and it comes with a little dessert and for only 70 cents ahahhaha. After eating, we went to Adamastor, a very beautiful observatory, but friends just told me that recently they put a wall there 😦
We bought a cider that is VERY GOOD – certainly one of Portugal’s biggest homesicknesses – and we stayed there, talking, seeing the sunset and listening to Brazilian music since Portugal is full of brazilians hahaha. I met many of the people who lived with Julinha, incredible people by the way ❤ and there was still an Italian there who was just there haging out with us. After that we went home, spent the night drinking and talking and the Italian started making pasta for everyone ahhahaha it was delicious!! And then, out of nowhere, someone goes down to buy a drink and finds a Brazilian woman walking down the street and invites her home. She said she had just ended her engagement with an English man and told us the whole story while everyone was hanging out in the kitchen and eating italian pasta. Anyway, it was all very crazy.
We continued all of this until about 3 in the morning when I decided to sleep because I would wake up super early to catch a plane to Nantes, France.
I had to do a post entirely dedicated to that day because it was when I began to realize how much I was going to see, how many new people I would meet, how many friends I loved I would see again in the trip. It was my first day and I had crazy stories to tell already. Also because otherwise, this post would be too long 😛
Well, I woke up early, got ready, and left for the airport for France. From here, I completely leave my comfort zone. Not only because of this but mostly for going to the first country I go without knowing the language. But that is a story for another post (: