my most favorite hostel i've ever seen. Traveller's House.
the beanbags and the jazz. the eggs and the bacon in the morning. the wooden bunks and the giant breezy windows.
2. it was over 105 degrees every day. still without our bags, we had to go buy bathing suits so we could go to the beach like everyone else. bathing suit shopping is so much fun! no.
we stood out as the two whitest people on the beach. but we only cared about it a little.
we took a day trip to sintra. sintra is the magical fairy place of your dreams. if anyone finds themselves in portugal, book it to sintra.