Just a note, this post is about Lisbon, Portugal, but I find the Spanish/Portuguese name so much prettier, so that’s what I’m going to use.
Speaking of, Portuguese is confusing because if I’m just vaguely paying attention, it sounds like Spanish, but it’s not. Obviously. I can usually pick up a few words here or there because the two languages are so similar, and can read signs enough to not be entirely lost. So after the trip to Faro earlier in the semester, I was decently prepared for Lisboa so I thought.
Pack. good. shoes.
Lisboa is built on a hillside, which I knew.
Walking up and down a hillside all day is very tiring, which I did not know, or at least, did not fully appreciate prior to arrival.
First: Atlantic Ocean!
Then we were on to the Monasterio de los Jerónimos. This was high on my list as my other friends who had ventured to Lisboa earlier in the semester all said it was a must-see. And it was.
And the inside:
Bonus! Getting to see Vasco da Gama’s grave (the famous Portuguese explorer).
I braved my fear of heights many times throughout this semester for the sake of beautiful views and pictures, and Lisboa was no exception. We went up the ancient elevator of Santa Justa (shares a name with the Sevilla train station fun fact!) to a viewing platform. I then also climbed up two flights of curving, see-through, wrought-iron stairs to get to the very top.
I have a fair number of other pictures from our time in Lisbon, but as those are just of random things, I’ll save those for a rainy throwback Thursday or something and spare your computer.