With each stop, my naive mind reflected more and more on literary imagry of destitute, ungoverned Soviet satelites and the early morning mist only added to my apprehension. At the last second, we noticed our station, and departed into Lisbon Station. Still on edge, we did our best to navigate through to the safety of our hostel.
By the time we emerged at our Metro's destination, the fog - both real and imaginary - had lifted from the streets. We emerged in a large square paved in an intricate mosaic of black and white that was orders of magnitude, cleaner, quiter, and emptier than any public place Stacey and I had been in Madrid.
In less than fifteen minutes, Stacey and I had found our hostel. We checked in, ate breakfast, and from what I hear, I fell right asleep. You can read about how cute I was
here. Around noon we were let into our room (any earlier would have been disturbing the other twelve guests that shared it with us), whereupon I promptly feel back asleep. Of course Stacey was a sweetheart and let me rest.In the afternoon we left the hostel and made our way to Baixa (pronounced BAI-zha), the downtown area of Lisbon. We simply strolled and took in the sights, adjusting to our new city. This city is breathtaking, and I will fill you in with excruciating details in later posts.
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