Unfortunately I went to Lisbon in the early spring when it was not the peak weather- but the beaches were beautiful regardless- and roaming the town was priceless. My friend and I took EasyJet from Paris for a weekend, staying at a cute little hostel on Rua de Sau Nicholau, called Lisbon Lounge. It was a great deal- very clean & proper, cooking courses, friendly staff, and filled with young travelers like ourselves. Upon arrival we decided to roam up the hills, where we stumbled upon the little wine bar photographed above, Tradiçao de Vinho. We immediately noticed the “verde” and remembered what other travelers had told us… that in Portugal they drink GREEN WINE! So the surfer-looking guy lurking at the door convinced us to pop in for a glass of wine to get the official taste of Portugal, as he offered us plates of cheese and meat while chatting to us about the perceptions of American culture via the Portuguese etc. By the end of this little convo, we probably knew quite a bit about his life, as he was very open to talking about his travels, his life, and Lisbon. But all that for nothing! He didn’t charge us a penny. Let’s just say we had a good first impression of the Portuguese.
One day we decided to take the city train up the Cascais, to the West of Lisbon along the seaside. From that town we hopped on a little bit (after finally explaining to somewhere where exactly we wanted to go, they guided us to the bus depot to hop on a little beach bus) and thus we twirled around and finally ended up at the Cascais Beach, which was breathtaking (minus the fact that it was cold and we were the only ones on the beach, it was still very lovely- a must go to in summertime).
Back in the city centre, thanks to the hostel, we wandered to some bars to find some sangria and good music. Roaming at night was so fun, with the younger generations keeping the bars hustlin’ and bustlin’ with little whole in the wall places packed with people and bowls of sangria to spare.