There were moments before our trip that I wasn’t sure it was smart to go to both Porto and Lisbon. If my previous trips have taught me something about visiting a city it is that a couple of days won’t feel like you’ve seen enough.
And surely when we made our way from Lisbon to Porto I think we both felt like there was just so much to do still in Lisbon. We had the not so great experience with blabla-car followed by an even less great experience in a cab when we arrived a bit defeated and tired at our AirBnB. We fell asleep about ten seconds after entering our room, ready for this day to be over with. The next morning I was still dead and I might have growled something to my Mr. (early bird that he is) who go up, got a shower, got dressed and even made breakfast before finally daring to wake me up. Gosh he’s the sweetest. We opened the blinds and before us the oldest street of Porto unfolded under the rising sun and immediately it immediately lifted our moods. After some coffee and freshly delivered bread we were both on the mend from the day before and ready to tackle this city with full force! Let me take you with us:
The city is famous for its colored tiles and though we’d seen a lot of it in Lisbon already, the houses of Porto were definitely my favourite! The colors are so vivid and everything looks like it was made to be on a postcard.
Livraria Lello is one of those touristic places that I’ll gladly join the crowds for. For one, its a bookstore and I LOVE bookstores. And secondly the interior of this place is amazing. Its so Harry Potter-ish and I can totally imagine my future home to have a mini version of this as a library. You do have to pay a fee to get in, which I think is a bit nonsense but in return your ticket will get you three euros off of your next purchase. The pictures turned out a bit disappointing because of the lighting and because of how busy it was and everyone wanting to take pictures obviously (we’re such an odd generation, aren’t we?) so this one will just have to do. Next up was the famous train station of Porto:
As the sun was climbing higher and higher it was time for us to go down by the riverside. Walking through narrow cobbled streets with laundry hanging from every other balcony and window, you really start feeling like you’re in a whole other world. Bare with me through the next couple of pictures but I couldn’t help myself, these colors are amazing!
Trusting on the recommendation of the Mr.’s aunt we had lunch at Bacalhau. Its tiny, a little bit hidden with a view over the river that will just make you forget about anything you were worrying about back at home. We went all out with a cheese and meat platter to share, a fish stew for him and a steak so good I may or may not have made embarrassing noises while eating.
Now the real reason we had a heavy lunch was because next on our list was a tasting of a whole other kind. We took our full bellies for a strong across the bridge to the other side of the river to where all the Port houses were settled, ready to learn a thing or two about Port. But more on that in tomorrow’s post! For now I’ll leave you with a picture of our feet, thank you so much for reading and going on this adventure with me!