The Wanderess Teaches How to Travel to Lisbon…Alone.

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The Wanderess Teaches How to Travel to Lisbon...Alone. Now on Verite Published --- Bairro Alto, Lisbon, Portugal, Travel, How to Travel Alone, Europe, Instagram, VSCO, Photography.
Photos & Words by Lindsay Van Cantfort


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The Wanderess Teaches How to Travel to Lisbon...Alone. Now on Verite Published --- Bairro Alto, Lisbon, Portugal, Travel, How to Travel Alone, Europe, Instagram, VSCO, Photography.
The Wanderess Teaches How to Travel to Lisbon...Alone. Now on Verite Published --- Bairro Alto, Lisbon, Portugal, Travel, How to Travel Alone, Europe, Instagram, VSCO, Photography. The Wanderess Teaches How to Travel to Lisbon...Alone. Now on Verite Published --- Bairro Alto, Lisbon, Portugal, Travel, How to Travel Alone, Europe, Instagram, VSCO, Photography.The Wanderess Teaches How to Travel to Lisbon...Alone. Now on Verite Published --- Bairro Alto, Lisbon, Portugal, Travel, How to Travel Alone, Europe, Instagram, VSCO, Photography.

When I was about 12, my grandmother gave me some of the best advice I have ever received, she said “you are going to go to bed with you every night for the rest of your life… you better like that person or what is the point?” That is why I travel alone. You learn the most when you travel alone. You get to know you again, you meet people but also, you meet yourself. Remembering what you like, what you don’t like, how to make friends, how to be lonely, and how to be brave.

I chose Lisbon on a whim, I’d heard it was cheap and beautiful. I knew I was going to read books, drink copious amounts of $2 wine, wander around ordering a cheese plate at every cafe I went to. I wanted to see Sintra, with its sprawling castles, I wanted to hear Fado and get scolded for chatting to loud, I wanted to wander the steep hills looking for the perfect espresso, sun burn my legs,  and drink a beer with an old man on the water front. To have my birthday alone in a foreign country. Portugal was perfect: the people, the language, the food, it felt like a little secret the rest of the world hadn’t discovered yet.

I know how lucky I am to be able to travel at all, not to mention alone. Those experiences come with a long list of stories, stories that I won’t trade for a thing. Freedom and a free spirit are some of my  favorite qualities in a person. When I board a plane alone, I feel that free spirit and a little better about “going to bed with myself every night.”

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