Promise on Fairytales Delivered: Sintra and Cascais

Time to deliver on the expectations I set in my post on Lisbon. Portuguese capital is by all means gorgeous but the real enchantment is 30 minutes drive (or train ride) away.

I learnt about Sintra from the poster in Lisbon airport (so much for the trip preparation). Later our self-appointed guide slash Uber driver Joao suggested we go see it. He also kindly volunteered to drive us there. We took him on his offer the day after. It costed us 30 EUR one way, and in case you decide to do the same (i.e., go to Sintra by Uber), be sure to agree with your driver to come for you to take you back to Lisbon: clearly, there is no Uber service in Sintra (miracles end here). The advantage of this arrangement, apart from getting some life wisdom from our guide, was saving time and effort of going up the mountain. Life wisdom came handy as well: Joao showed us the shortest (and most picturesque) way down to the village.


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Food Heaven in Lisbon: 24 Hours Indulge Guide

My post about Lisbon would not be complete without a separate (and passionate) passage about the Portuguese capital’s food, full of lust and temptations. It is a delight to all senses, sure, but not always an obvious one. It took me and Sophie quiet some time to figure out the whereabouts of some of these places, so to save you some time for Lisbon bliss, here is our list. A word of wisdom: check out the restaurant’s web page to see if the place still exists before going there. Even some of the New York Times’ relatively recent choices ceased to exist when we get to them.


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Lisbon Fairytales: Coqs, Cork, Peacocks and Sardines 

Exploring Lisbon and painting up the only big blind spot on my travel map of Europe has been my long time dream. In my imagination, Lisbon was all about its yellow trams, sun dried rooftops, narrow sloppy streets with no clear destination and, of course, the sea. So when I got a free weekend in June, I sent my wanderlust partner Sofia a discovery suggestion. Lisbon was new to her as well, so off we went.


Of course, we found trams. Right on the hills of Graça, from where we started our discovery mission, trams were everywhere. They caused tourist excitement and traffic jams. I should have taken more pictures of them (a perfect shot of a yellow tram was on my travel to-do list) but I assumed that I would see many more. I was wrong (and the tram ways all over the old city are misleading): trams, yellow and red, only run in Graça and Baixa. So you know what to do.

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