It was 2013. I had just quit my hospitality job, and I didn’t have a plan. So I did what many of us do: decided to escape the burden of not knowing what to do with my life by going traveling. I booked an inter-rail ticket which would last for one month. Once it was over I’d see what I’d do. I had never travelled alone in my entire life, at least not more than five days in a row, and to places where I’d always visited friends. Right now I was travelling alone-alone, to countries where I didn’t know a single soul. I had worked enough to maintain myself for a few months without a job so there I went. I started in Italy.
In the beggining of November I flew to my country of birth, where I was joined by a couple of friends from Amsterdam. We had a vegan blogger amongst us but, as you might imagine, Portugal is far from being a nation of herbivorous. We turned out to be a good team, my friends and me. We stuck together at meal times. Little did we know that Lisbon’s veggie scene is banging. Somehow, it makes sense, I later reasoned. Given the gastronomic standards in Portugal, for you to convince a non-vegetarian Portuguese person to eat a meal free of their trusted animal products, the food has to be nothing short of AMAZING.
During our Lisbon days, we’ve been highly committed to eating, as people usually are when at Southern latitudes. We have basically engulfed stupid amounts of edibles followed by digestion-walks intended to make space for more edibles. We’ve relished on this trip, people. We’ve relished. Reason strong enough to share with you the sources of that happiness. Here are three veggie restaurants in Lisbon that will spice up your appetite.
One of the people that have impacted me the most during my yoga teacher training at Tula Amsterdam is Carolina. She’s kind and soft, warm and witty; one of those people one immediately likes. Now that the training has passed I must admit that it wasn’t an easy period for me. It was a time of big changes and uncertainties in my life and I felt disconnected and anxious more often than not. Moreover, a yoga teacher training can be a very confronting experience in which your shortcomings get so exposed in your eyes, and any emotion present may feel like it’s double its size. Carolina’s presence was soothing. We got together to practice, she met my mother, and we even got the chance to do a yoga photoshoot together. When she announced she had to take the final exam earlier because she was going back to Spain, I felt pained at first. Continue reading “Carolina and her yoga retreat in Menorca”
Lisbon whispered in my ear:
Come. I have coffee and crispy pastéis de nata waiting for you.
“Our life is like a journey but we cannot see the final destination” / Chiharu Shiota
I did feel I was searching for the line. You know? Those days in which your inner-world is blurry, and you feel slightly disoriented. Perfect occasion for heading to the museum.