As I write this, I'm on a tiny balcony in Lisbon surrounded by almost-empty glasses of Espinheira Ginja. It's evidence of a street-lit night, a circle of of laughter, warm smiles, grief shared, questions asked, and amazing friends.
Our tiny porch faces the church--an old, loved building with cracking plaster and open doors. A graying woman sweeps away the dust from the entrance. If I lean over just a bit and feel the wind over the red-tiled roofs I can see a wave of blue down the hill. A massive river that shares the sun's reflection with the city every morning.
I cannot believe I'm here.
Lisbon has been amazing, is amazing. It is amazing to find this, with these people, to see a country that was never on our list, to laugh and drink and get lost.
Getting lost, with a map, with three maps, becomes the best way to see everything. Fighting jet-lag, eating gummy bears, dancing in the street, and speaking non-Portuguese we are managing to create an unforgettable adventure. We might fall asleep on the bustling tram--twice--but the driver will kick us off eventually.
Lisbon is a country with a history.
It's a country that feels like home.
It is a home I will never forget.
Peeps: Kristie, Erin, Jimmy, Thu
Roof: Lavra Guest House
Eat it: Ginja, Port, Codfish
See it: Jerónimos Monastery
Watch it: Lisbon Life