Review of Lisbon Poets Hostel

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The little portuguese that I new sucked ass and I hardly used it, since most people my age speak English.  We went to Lisbon, stayed at the Lisbon Poets Hostel for 3 days, a cozy place tucked up a hill, in the trendy area of bairro Alto and Chiado, went out every night and had a great time. From there we took the train and headed up to Porto to check out the wines in  Vila Nova de Gaia, took a boat ride on the Douro river, and made our way back to town to eat at the Majestic Cafe (a tea house). We hopped on a cab back to the train station, went on with the trip to Faro, Algarve.

In Faro we met cousins, our old uncle Antonio, ate a ton of fish and wonderful home cooked meals, went to the beaches of Vila de Real de St. Antonio and after 3 days there, headed on to Lagos. We did not stay in Lagos long enough. I definitely fell in love with the town, as I'm sure a lot of people do. Arriving in early September, the beaches were still warm and tranquil, streets were narrow and crowded full of tourist, it was heaven and I didn't want to leave. The Hostel we stayed at -Rising Cock Hostel- was great, full of people ready for anything.