[dropcap]I[/dropcap]t was the first nice weekend in January when I and my friends boarded a plane traveling from Marseille to Lisbon. A few weeks prior to this beautiful, warm January day, we decided to chase the sun west and spend some time away from our small dorm rooms. Naturally, as the group control freak and planner, I devised a long list of must-sees and can’t-miss attractions. I spent hours researching restaurants, and reading about hidden hot-spots. At the time, I believed there was a process, that there was somehow a right and wrong way to travel. This was the trip,…
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