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I didn’t plan to fall in love with Lisbon. It just happened — somewhere between the crumbling tiles of Alfama and a custard tart eaten on a staircase in the sun.
Travel doesn’t always need itineraries. Some of my favorite moments in Portugal came from getting lost: finding a local Fado bar, watching laundry flap from windows, or joining a spontaneous rooftop dinner with strangers.
This post is for the travelers who crave surprise over structure. Let go of the Google Maps dot and see what finds you instead.I didn’t plan to fall in love with Lisbon. It just happened — somewhere between the crumbling tiles of Alfama and a custard tart eaten on a staircase in the sun.
Travel doesn’t always need itineraries. Some of my favorite moments in Portugal came from getting lost: finding a local Fado bar, watching laundry flap from windows, or joining a spontaneous rooftop dinner with strangers.
This post is for the travelers who crave surprise over structure. Let go of the Google Maps dot and see what finds you instead.I didn’t plan to fall in love with Lisbon. It just happened — somewhere between the crumbling tiles of Alfama and a custard tart eaten on a staircase in the sun.
Travel doesn’t always need itineraries. Some of my favorite moments in Portugal came from getting lost: finding a local Fado bar, watching laundry flap from windows, or joining a spontaneous rooftop dinner with strangers.
This post is for the travelers who crave surprise over structure. Let go of the Google Maps dot and see what finds you instead.