Solo travel – Alone in Portugal
Cursed by Cobblestones, Saved by Sangria I arrived in Lisbon completely winded—and not from the flight. It was from hauling my too-heavy backpack up the sheer vertical of Bairro Alto, where my hostel was tucked. Note to self, and to you: Lisbon is built on seven hills, and they will test your spiritual well-being. Pack light, darn it. But then I checked into the Goodmorning Solo Traveller Hostel (yes, that’s its actual name). It felt less like a hostel and more like accidentally crashing…