Here I am, a year later, reminiscing about the city that made me fall in love with colour.
Initially, my plan for this solo vacay was to unwind and enjoy the culture, but in hindsight, I realise that it reintroduced me to my creativity and unleashed my need for self-expression.
Walk down memory lane with me.
The uber drive from the airport to the hotel was quick and soothing. With the windows rolled down, excitement washed over me. I could not wait to see what the city looked like in the daytime. Finally settling into bed a few hours later, around 2 in the morning, laying in the cool, fresh hotel sheets, I was filled with gratitude and wonder. Girl, I was over the moon!
Now, I would be remiss not to mention that eating a Pastel de Nata is pretty much part of the culture and baby, did I indulge! That creamy crunch of the first bite validated the hype for real, safe to say that I am a life long fan. In the spirit of spontaneity, I decided to get some new ink. The next morning, I explored my surrounding area first. About 10 minutes into my neighbourhood walk, I stopped in front of a mini mall for a quick sip. I googled and found a tattoo shop, a 25 minute walk from where I was. Just as I was about to start walking, I turned around, only to see that I was already standing in front of a tattoo shop!
At that time, I thought it was pure coincidence, but after reading The Celestine Prophecy recently, I would argue that coincidences do not exist. But we can talk about that another time.
Back to the story.
Being on this trip showed me how courageous I could be. I travelled further and further from my hotel with a sense of ease, knowing I was protected. The agenda was now to have no agenda, I simply wanted to enjoy every moment as I experienced it. I ended up at the LX factory, a vibrant strip of shops and restaurants. Weaving in and out of each building, growing increasingly aware of how much colour was around me. I felt like I had been walking around half-lidded prior to this trip, but Lisbon gently opened my eyes fully. Like I started seeing the world in HD technicolour, baby.
The wind down after each day was straight up soul-care! Singing my heart out to Kehlani’s Folded, I realised the intensity of solitude. For real. When the song ended, things got really quiet. Compelled to face my true feelings, with no one around to interfere with my emotions. Just me and my thoughts. With this experience, a lot came up, and out. I became aware of how much I had been holding on to, the unspoken truths, the unexpressed emotions. And then it clicked. It had come back to me. The new tattoos, the freedom to explore, to gently notice, the courage to engage in newness.
The need to express.
Obrigada, Lisboa!
– C.
