It's 1:00 am, my young (and might I say very attractive) Portuguese taxi driver is tearing through the cobbled streets of Lisbon while bumping The Weeknd. Jamming in the back, a little delusional from exhaustion, I thought to myself, "I think I'm going to like this city."
It's 2:30 pm, the next day, and I'm on the roof of this hotel because I wanted a glass of wine and Lonely Plante said "Alfama unfolds like origami from this stlished decked roof terrace." This is an understatement. I have the best view I have seen all day. In fact, I now have a view of my previous best view of the day. I can see the crowds of tourists at that previous point fighting each other for selfie space. I have an entire roof deck to myself.
It's 7:30, and I'm watching the sun dip below the buildings of the Praca do Comercio while waves from the river lap onto the bottom of the steps on which I sit. And even though I got lost a few times, am definitely sunburnt, and am very, very tired, feel like I have gotten to know this city.
Which is good because just as quickly as I came, I have to go. I'm headed out tomorrow morning, on to the next city.
Also my phone pedometer thinks I climbed 28 flights of stairs today. Lisbon is a very hilly city with lots of stairs. So I guess I earned those two glasses of wine and croquetas I just pounded at the market. Just kidding I didn't "pound" them, I ate them all classy like, like a lady.