We zigzagged uphill along the narrow cobble stone streets, through an array of iconic painted tiles, juxtaposed next to a freshly painted graffiti mural. I could faintly hear the Portuguese Fado music coming out the front door of each quant coffee shop and restaurant. The air smelled of wine, stew, and salt from the ocean.
Finally, our tiny winding road opened up into a Miradoura (look out point) over the entire capital city’s citrus colored roofs and vast pacific horizon. I usually would take out my camera at this point, but instead I just stood there for about five minutes taking it all in. That’s the moment I fell deeply in love with Lisbon.