After a long day of traveling, I made it to my hostel in Porto around 9:30 at night. I liked the area already. It wasn’t too big of a city but there was plenty of nightlife and restaurants. The hostel was nice so I felt pretty good about this.
The hostel offered a free tour so I took that and met some pretty fun people to spend the day with. Porto is beautiful. So many buildings have tiles on the outside which is apparently to help with the humidity, but it adds so much color and character to the buildings too. Porto wasn’t a major tourist destination until Ryanair started flying there a few years ago. Since then, the city was opened up to the world and there were a ton of tourists roaming through the city streets. It was Sunday so a lot of things were closed, but it was so pretty I hardly noticed.
There are a lot of places in Porto for good food, good views, and good Port. Along the river, there are some bars with views so I went for lunch and Porto with some new friends before heading back to the hostel. Because I had a 6 am flight the next day, I was definitely trying to go to sleep a little bit earlier.
The next day I went to Madrid, but sadly I was so ill that I couldn’t even make it there. Instead of my hostel in the city, I got a hotel next to the airport where I was able to take care of myself. It’s tough when you’re not feeling well when traveling. You have to make the choice of whether you are going to push through or if you’re going to stop and take care of yourself. I made the choice to take it easy, but I don’t regret it. I’m not sure I would have enjoyed the next few days of my trip if I hadn’t.