Our first stop was in the Alfama area. Brock had heard about the Thieves Market and we wanted to check it out. It literally is a huge flea market where the locals spread blankets out on the ground and sell absolutely everything, including and mostly junk. I guess it makes sense since in Europe people don't have garage sales (since most people don't have a garage) and this is a location where the locals can set up their area and sell what they don't need. Not really worth seeing in my opinion but it was said to see in all the tourist books.
Our next stop was back down the hill to the opposite side of the city to a church. After the church we walked back to the hostel. It was all down hill so it was all good. At the hostel Brock and I split up and I walked back up to Alfama to an amazing look out point. There is a cafe at the top and I had a pastry and soaked in my environment. I am so lucky to be where I am at, at this moment in time. That thought just kept going through my mind. I loved feeling the freedom of being by myself and exploring the unknown city.
view from cafe mid way down the Alfama area