No-Budget No-Limits, just a Dream!

There’s something enchanting about arriving in a place you’ve only seen in photos. That’s exactly how I felt when I stepped onto the cobblestone streets of Lisbon for the first time. The Portuguese capital was never at the top of my list. Paris, Tokyo, and Rome usually took the spotlight but a last-minute flight deal and a few glowing blog posts persuaded me to book the trip. It turned out to be one of the best spontaneous choices I’ve ever made.

Lisbon is a city filled with hills, tiled buildings, and soulful music that spills into the streets. On my first day, I wandered aimlessly through Alfama, the oldest district, where clotheslines crisscross above alleyways and Fado music echoes from hidden taverns. I had no plan just a backpack, a map I didn’t really use, and a curious heart.

What I loved most was how easy it was to feel connected, even while traveling alone. Locals smiled readily, especially when I tried speaking Portuguese (even if all I could really say was “bom dia” and “obrigado”). I didn't forget these words even after waking up fom my dream. I met other travelers at a hostel rooftop event and ended up having a late dinner with a group from Spain, Brazil, and Turkey. We shared stories over vinho verde and pastel de nata, and for a few hours, we weren’t strangers anymore.

One of my most unforgettable moments occurred on the tram 28 ride a classic Lisbon experience. I boarded without much thought, looking to rest my legs, but found myself completely captivated by the journey. The tram rattled up and down steep hills, inches away from doorways, revealing panoramic views of terracotta rooftops and the shimmering Tagus River. I sat next to an elderly woman who reminded me of my grandmother. She didn’t speak English, and I didn’t speak much Portuguese, but we exchanged smiles and nods that communicated enough.

Not every moment was flawless. I got lost several times (Lisbon’s streets are a lovely maze), got sunburned after underestimating the Atlantic sun, and had difficulty finding vegetarian options in some areas. However, these small troubles only contributed to the authenticity of the experience. I learned to take my time, to seek assistance, and to laugh at myself when things didn’t go as planned.

Traveling alone in Lisbon reminded me that adventure isn’t solely about checking off bucket-list destinations. Sometimes, it’s found in the peaceful morning coffee at a small café, the unexpected bond with another traveler, or a helpful stranger guiding you in the right direction. It’s about embracing the unknown.

I departed Lisbon with sand in my shoes, a hundred pictures on my phone, and a heart fuller than I anticipated. But guess what, I woke up with not even one picture in my phone. Although the trip was only five days long, the sense of wonder it instilled in me will last a lifetime. I don't wish to ever stop this dream, I have to make it a reality.