Lisbon, Portugal

Lisbon was faded colours and warm tiles under sore feet; crumbling castles and tired cafés with heavenly pastries tucked inside. It was long days and warm nights dancing in the street, being surrounded by the sweetest of friends and sandy afternoons in the heat of the sun pressed up against the rock to find shade. It was rickety train rides into unknown territory, getting a little lost down its numerous streets and the sweetest of little airbnbs to return home to.