It happened in Lisbon — although it really could’ve been anywhere. I’d turned down a narrow street on my way to the Miradouro da Graça viewpoint, certain I knew the way. Ten minutes later, I realised I had absolutely no idea where I was. No map. No plan. Just me, the warm smell of baked custard tarts drifting from a nearby café, and a hill that felt steeper every time I looked up.

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It happened in Lisbon — although it really could’ve been anywhere. I’d turned down a narrow street on my way to the Miradouro da Graça viewpoint, certain I knew the way. Ten minutes later, I realised I had absolutely no idea where I was. No map. No plan. Just me, the warm smell of baked custard tarts drifting from a nearby café, and a hill that felt steeper every time I looked up. Read More: https://airportparkingsinuk.wixsite.com/airportparkingsinuk/post/how-getting-lost-became-my-favourite-travel-memory
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How Getting Lost Became My Favourite Travel Memory
How Getting Lost Became My Favourite Travel Memory A Complete GuideIt happened in Lisbon — although it really could’ve been anywhere. I’d turned down a narrow street on my way to the Miradouro da Graça viewpoint, certain I knew the way. Ten minutes later, I realised I had absolutely no idea where I was. No map. No plan. Just me, the warm smell of baked custard tarts drifting from a nearby café, and a hill that felt steeper every time I looked up.But instead of panicking, something unexpected ha
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