I always heard great things about Portugal. I went to Lisbon when I was a child and got a horrible stomach virus and therefore never associated Portugal with positive things. However, it was very lovely. I was still extremely upset about my grandpa’s death and was unable to fully appreciate it and now feel a desire to return someday. Our hostel was really amazing and we met some crazy Australian guys that were a lot of fun. I feel like Australians travel everywhere, does anyone else feel the same?
Anyway, we kept getting pressured into going to Sintra by someone who worked at the hostel. He was very eccentric and overly helpful to the point of annoyance. He said things with such dramatic tones such as “open your hearts.... to Sintra...” I will never not associate that line when talking about my adventures in Portugal.
We ended our trip in Porto where they had the best shrimp I've ever had.
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