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In spite of recent tragedies at home and abroad, widely covered by the media or not, travel is more important than ever. The fear and apprehension that follows after such senseless acts is understandable. However, I hope this does not build a wall within people so high that it blocks the inspiring truths that lie beyond our comfort zones.

The world is big, though there is no room for hate. I plan to share a longer post on this topic next week. In the meantime, trust that there is more good and wonder in this world, like the following roundup of posts on :

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One of Lisbon’s many stoned stairways

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Weekend Reads is an almost-weekly series on The Curious Passport and features a round-up of travel news, features and other related links (probably related to food, fitness or the outdoors) I’ve either found around the internet or has been sent my way by friends and family.

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“Google Maps lies,” said reception as I peeled off my Tortuga backpack in the colorful lobby of my Lisbon hostel. I fanned myself with my hands, back drenched, bare faced and recovering from a curse-inducing, hamstring-burning trudge up the Ascensor da Glória. It’s only a 10 minute walk from Restauradores to The Independente, it said. Easy.

Not so. With a month’s worth of added pounds on my back, the trek up one of Lisbon’s most Instagram-worthy hills seemed to stretch on. At that moment, the cute trolley (or funicular, as they say) that will ease you to the top as you spill out onto the Miradouro de São Pedro de Alcântara was not so quaint and dreamy.

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During my first full day in Lisbon, its archetype accompanied me around my unstructured agenda through the historical Alfama district, Lisbon’s oldest and a mostly residential neighborhood.

It started at the Fruteria de São Miguel.

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Travel surprises, delights, challenges. It is what keeps me obsessively monitoring for airfare deals and error fares. Eyes tearing through magazines and blogs and anything with Anthony Bourdain’s name to it, and why my ears perk up when I overhear mention of Destination X at the coffee shop, in barre class, waiting for the set to roll in.

It will give you only as much as you can handle, encouraging you to be present, to seize the moment and trust yourself.

During my first full day in Lisbon, its archetype accompanied me around my unstructured agenda through the historical Alfama district, Lisbon’s oldest and a mostly residential neighborhood.

It started at the Fruteria de São Miguel.

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