Porto Portugal was the first city I ever traveled on my own and it was a total success!
I stayed in a hostel that was designed for young travellers to meet eachother in the heart of the city… And I did just that. I met some great people from germany, australia, New Zealand and even a couple other Canadians.
I arrived in Portugal on the 16th on April ready to explore the city but a bit nervous having this be my first time on my own completely in a new city.
As I wasn’t able to check in the hostel right when I got there I decided to catch up with family at home and hangout around the hostel hoping to meet people before heading out for the afternoon. When I finally decided to go out and see the city I was shocked at what I came across. The city is the city of tiles. Every church or cathedral is decorated with tiles and houses are multiple colours also designed with various colours of tiles – AMAZING!
Having been feeling a bit sick that evening with a cold I decided to hang out with the new travellers I had met in the hostel for a bit before going off to bed when they decided to go out to the bars.. we had a lot of fun playing cards and getting to know each other. I was really happy to learn that I would be able to hang out with some great people while in Porto and not be completely on my own.
The second day I ventured out after a quite morning of breakfast and reading to the canals and the cathedral to look around and experience the every day lifestyle of the portugese. It was fantastic. The city was booming with tourists and locals from the sidewalk markets to little cafes i was able to truly see all that the city had to offer.
After getting a couple suggestions on where to go during the day I decided that afternoon would be the perfect day to go down to the river and walk along it; however, when I arrived on the bridge that crossed over the river I was not quite sure as to how to get down to the boardwalk therefore I decided my only option was to enjoy a nice gondola ride down from the top of the mountain to the rivers edge – you really got to see over the whole city. It was beautiful.
That evening again I had dinner with some of the other travels at a local restaurant and then we headed back to the hostel for an early night of cards and getting to know one another. It was a very relaxing and perfect evening 🙂
On my last day in portugal many of the traveler’s I had gotten to know were leaving either in the afternoon or evening so we ventured quickly down to the market on the water to look around before grabbing a classic berry tart and heading back to the hostel to say goodbye.
I left Portugal on Sunday morning at 6:30am to catch my flight to Holland. Porto was a beautiful city, and I had a great time – i managed to see the city and experience the adventure on my own.
Holland to come,