I arrived into town, caught the bus to my hostel, which was not the best set of directions, as it terminated about 2/3 of the way to the hostel. So I decided to walk. I got lost. Then got bad directions. Ended up next to a near-freeway. Found my way again. With the help of a man in black Ray-Bans. And wandered over to my hostel. It was a couple hour jaunt, but I enjoyed it.
After I dumped my bags and checked in to my palace-like abode, I set off again to the Thieves' Market, where there were many a colorful character. Lisbon is like a little sister to Athens in a way, with its crumbling buildings, graffiti, and dark residents, just on a smaller scale. It's very quiet though- both peaceful and laid back. I will try to report at the end of the trip some of the many small kindnesses that the Portugese sent my way.
I ordered something else, but the barista man (about 65yo) told me (in Portugese) to pick another, so I said, "Whatever you think" (in English) and got the other cake instead. Which was a creme cake that you sprinkle cinnamon & sugar atop. It was pretty rich.
My hostel room. And that bag hanging was my entire packing for the trip! So there! And I brought this computer, a travel towel, and a umbrella, among other things. (No I did not skip underwear.) The next few are all the inside of the Lisbon Lounge Hostel. Fabulous.
I found an Asian groc store, so I got a bean bun. Yum.
Do you think it would keep the rain off?
Evil Jesus. Doesn't he little a little scary?