I was planning to go to the Amalfi coast, and by planning I mean I was pondering Pompeii and dreaming about staying in Sorrento but then I changed my mind. Pompeii has been there, or rather not been there, for over 2,000 years so I am sure it will still not be there next year too.
Going to Portugal was a friend’s suggestion, as was my starting point of Lisbon. I knew very little about both, so I did the thing I love to do when visiting a place I don’t know which is to just set out with no plan and get lost in the streets, in the language and the new tastes and smells. Lisbon is a perfect place to do this as it is fairly compact, safe and very friendly. Also, it is incredible to look at; the architecture is stunning, the side streets are interesting and the views are breathtaking – with the unexpected bonus of all the main viewing points having a bar so you can soak up the sangria at the same time as the sights.
On the down side it is built on seven hills so at the end of a few of days I had sore feet, aching calves and also a crick in my neck from looking up. I just couldn’t stop looking up at these amazing buildings all over the city; the tiles, the balconies, a knitted bike at one point (see photo below) and of course the laundry. I’ve been trying to get a landryofinstagram hashtag to become a thing on Instagram for a while now but so far only about 100 people understand the beauty and the genius (see photo below for full pun), but I remain resolute.
If you’re thinking of a trip to Lisbon there are many brilliant guides on the internet so I won’t add to the barrage of information but I can truly recommend not reading any of them!