When I came back from Braga my couchsurfing host told me to move out of his place the following day. He rented his appartement on airbnb to someone for the weekend. I had no other choice than to go to a hostel. I found one in the city centre, it was called Sport Hostel. I don’t really remember how I liked the place as I was just happy to find somewhere cheap to sleep last minute. I was feeling like shit that day so when I arrived to the hostel I immediately fell asleep. I slept for few hours. When I woke up I had that familiar feeling when travelling: ”Where am I? Who am I?” Do you know what I mean? 😀 I was feeling a bit better so I went for a walk.
I was just passing through the city and enjoying the beautiful sunset and golden hour. I saw the cathedral, the dancing couple and then crossed the Luís I. Bridge. I remember staying a while on the other side enjoying the moment. I called my parents how they were doing. I was watching the planes on the sky…oh so many sweet memories.