Seven Hills, Six Espressos
Lisbon does not flatten itself for anybody. Four days of climbing, one tram I never caught, and a pastry that genuinely rearranged my afternoon. Notes on getting gloriously lost in Alfama.
Currently · Lisbon, Portugal · 38.7°N 9.1°W
A travel journal kept the slow way — long walks, wrong turns, and one very good coffee per city. Every trip earns a stamp. Every stamp gets a page.
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Lisbon does not flatten itself for anybody. Four days of climbing, one tram I never caught, and a pastry that genuinely rearranged my afternoon. Notes on getting gloriously lost in Alfama.
From the journal
Long-form entries — the ones with the wrong turns left in.
Eleven days in a country built for looking closely, and what happened when I finally put the camera away.
The souk is not a shop, it's a conversation. Three days learning to have it badly, then slightly better.
A rented hatchback, a broken aux cable, and the strange peace of driving somewhere that never gets dark.
The collection
Every country with a stamp is inked in on the map. Open a pin for its entry — or point at a stamp below and watch its country light up.
12 countries inked · 2 still on the list · hover a pin to open its page swipe the map · tap a pin to open it
Wrote a lot Wrote enough Went back twice Not yet
Field notes
Scraps from the back of boarding passes and napkins. Scroll sideways.
The best meal of the trip cost €4 and came with a plastic fork. Write that down.Lisbon · Mar 26
Missed the last train. Slept in the station. Would not repeat — would not undo.Osaka · Nov 25
Nobody in the medina gives directions. They give escorts. Learn the difference early.Marrakech · Sep 25
Three hours of nothing out the window, then a waterfall, then nothing again. Perfect ratio.Route 1 · Jun 25
Packed six shirts. Wore two. This is the only travel advice I have.Everywhere · Always
Who's writing
I started this because my notes app was full of half-sentences I couldn't explain a year later, and because a passport is a terrible place to store a story.
No sponsored hotel reviews, no ten-best lists. Just what a place actually felt like on a Tuesday, written slowly and honestly, usually a week late.
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