Ereda’s Adventures

I recently spent a few days in Lisbon, Portugal, and I honestly can’t stop thinking about it. I went at the end of February, expecting cool, off-season weather—but to my surprise, it felt like summer. The sun was shining, the skies were blue, and the warm air wrapped around the city like a cozy hug. Lisbon during this time was an unexpected dream: vibrant, full of life, and drenched in sunshine.

From the moment I arrived, I felt the warmth—not just from the weather, but from the people. Everyone was incredibly welcoming, full of smiles and kindness. I stayed in a small boutique hotel in the city center, owned by a woman who made the entire experience feel like staying at a friend’s place. It wasn’t some massive chain hotel; it was intimate, charming, and full of heart. Every morning, she personally prepared a traditional Portuguese breakfast—fresh bread, local cheese, maybe a pastel de nata or two (those famous little custard tarts), and of course, that unforgettable coffee.

Speaking of which—the coffee in Lisbon? Absolutely amazing. Whether it was a quick espresso at a local café or a longer sit-down with a bica (a strong, Portuguese-style espresso), every cup felt like a little moment of joy.

The hotel’s location was perfect—right in the city center, close to all the action and just steps away from Lisbon’s big-name fashion stores. I even did a little window shopping (and let’s be honest, some actual shopping too), exploring what these brands had to offer in this beautiful Mediterranean setting.

One of the days, I wandered over to one of Lisbon’s most iconic places: Praça do Comércio. That wide, open square near the river with the yellow buildings and majestic arch—what a vibe. It was lively, full of music, chatter, street performers, and energy. Lisbon is noisy, but in the best way possible. It’s the kind of noise that feels alive. Like a song you didn’t know you loved.

I spent time walking through the old town, weaving through narrow streets lined with those signature colorful tiles, and stumbled upon tree-lined corners that looked straight out of a painting. Lisbon is also built on hills, so yes—there was some hiking involved. But it was worth every step. From up high, I watched the sunset melt into the river, painting the city in golden hues. It was one of those still moments that makes you feel incredibly lucky to be exactly where you are.

Of course, no trip to Lisbon is complete without indulging in the local food. Besides the pastel de nata (those delicious little egg tarts), I also tried bacalhau à Brás (a salted cod dish with eggs and potatoes) and caldo verde, a simple but hearty soup made with kale and chorizo. Every meal felt homemade and rooted in tradition.

Oh, and I can’t forget—during one of my wanderings, I met a little Cristiano Ronaldo. Not the real one, obviously, but a statue that felt almost lifelike. It was a funny little moment, but in a way, it captured that playful, proud spirit of Portugal.

Lisbon was beautiful, bright, soulful, and full of surprises. If you’re thinking of a trip that feels both exciting and relaxed, full of charm and sunshine—even in February—this city should be at the top of your list. It’s completely worth it.