Homage to the Past & Future

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The illuminating facades that still encompass the interior decors of one of the world’s oldest Cathedrals remains engraved in my mental hard drive. Reading about a certain historical landmark and actually witnessing it in person are two very different dynamics. Some of you may recall reading about the cultural and social experiences that one might categorize as unusual or unique in my last article titled Homage to Kingsley Drive. This article will yet again delve into another experience that much like the days in that inimitable apartment in Hollywood,  I felt the rightful need to pay homage to.

It was during those early years where one would conceptualize the notion that a person growing up in a place called Little Armenia would belong to two different worlds. Having been raised in the heart of Los Angeles; the term “home” often times entailed two different meanings. For all my life, I reserved the title home for the gum-ridden streets of East Hollywood. Until this day I find myself romanticizing about those streets as if I were painting a literary picture of Paris or London. However, just as it does for me, the term home for so many other people living in the United States does indeed carry a bilateral definition.

The other home which was barely touched upon in Homage to Kingsley Drive is the land where my ancestors and forefathers lived on for numerous centuries.  This home is nestled in the South Caucasus inside an extremely difficult neighborhood. Unlike the home in which I grew up in as a child, this figurative second home has indeed had a troubled past; often times with lousy tenants who commonly ravaged and left the house in complete mess and disarray. However, with a great amount of remodeling and changes in ownership over the decades, the present-day Republic of Armenia is in a far better place than it was a hundred years ago.

Being a romantic can have various positive (and sometimes negative) attributions. For starters, a romantic’s imagination can serve as a canvas for extraordinarily limitless amounts of passion and dedication where those imaginations can thrive. For as long as I can remember, the concept of “Armenia” was always a romantic memory and concept. Though I had never set a foot on the soil of the motherland, stories and accounts from family members and friends of the old country helped illustrate this romantic image of a land thousands of miles away; so foreign but yet familiar in odd ways.

It is said that before a person can go about studying the histories of different peoples and cultures; it is imperative that he or she discovers his or her own history first. For the common Armenian-American in Los Angeles; the topic of Armenian history is often times short and vague, consisting of stories of the Armenian Genocide during the First World War; the adoption of Christianity in the 4th century and the reassurance to non-Armenians that all our present-day misfortunes are intertwined with the scattering of Genocide survivors and the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991. Though these historical lessons are valid and important; there was a side of Armenian history that I always found fascinating; often overlooked by so many Armenians living in the Diaspora.

Ancient history, linguistics, anthropology and culture have always stood at the forefront of my intellectual curiosity as a romantic and a student of the past. In school, we learned about the various empires that ruled the known world during the age of antiquity. One common recurrence that was difficult to ignore in the maps of those ancient empires was the land titled “Armenia.” Prior to the age of Wikipedia and the internet; the only source available for researching the land of Armenia was through various academic publications that were commonly rented from libraries and local Armenian bookstores.

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In the summer of 2007, I took a totally unorthodox initiative in signing up for study abroad program in Armenia’s capital city of Yerevan. For most young American college students, destinations such as Spain, Italy or France would seem like rational locations for studying abroad. However my unconventional decision was a product reflecting all the romanticism that had conquered my imagination for as long as I could remember. Sure, I would have loved to live in Madrid for a couple of months; “studying” during the mornings while drinking Sangria during siesta and partying at discotheques until sunrise. However, none of these other places could offer me what Armenia offered. Though the history of Rome can never be matched (historically speaking,) I was neither Roman nor Italian; and though the opportunity to immense myself in the streets of the Eternal City would have been absolutely magnificent;  I felt as though it was imperative to visit and explore my own past before embarking on journeys elsewhere.

Yerevan was and still is a truly unique city. Commonly nicknamed “the pink city” during the Soviet times, this tiny little capital in the South Caucasus was where I would spend nearly three months during the summer of 2007. Being just 19-years-old, I had never lived alone; let alone lived by myself in a foreign country. I can remember clearly the unexplainable emotion that ran through my soul during the first couple of mornings during my stay in Yerevan. For the first time in my life I would walk in streets where every single living and breathing soul shared a common heritage and ancestry with me. It was also an eerie feeling as well. Having lived all my life in a melting pot of a city like Los Angeles; I found myself in the presence of a completely homogenous reality. From the police officers patrolling the roads with their pointy Soviet-era hats to the young street musicians outside a café asking for donations; it was unlike anything I had experienced before.

The land of Armenia, as seen on those ancient maps in history books, is no longer as big as it used to be. Present-day Armenia is only a microscopic size compared to the land geographically labeled as “Greater Armenia” by historians. Regardless of this unfortunate reality; I commonly reminded myself that the mere existence of an Armenian Republic (given all her past troubles) was something I shouldn’t take for granted. The curriculum during the study abroad program included Armenian history, language and politics. As mentioned earlier on in the article; it’s one thing to read about history through words in books; however to actually witness it with your own eyes is vastly different and satisfying. I could spend countless hours typing about the breathtaking sceneries of the Armenian countryside; or the sheer awe I felt standing in front of a reconstructed Pagan temple from the 2nd century; however, I would like to focus on two particular incidences during my trip that would serve as the perfect ingredients for the recipe of this homage. The first deals with the confronting the past; and the second will focus more on appreciating the future.


Thriller at the Border & Coming to Terms with the Past

During the final years of the decaying and crumbling Soviet Union; ethnic tensions arose throughout the USSR. With the concept of statehood looking inevitable; the various Soviet Republics looked at the possibility of gaining independence; and even some sought to add a bit more territory. From 1988-1994, ethnic Armenians in the mountainous enclave of Nagorno-Karabakh demanded for independence and autonomy from Azerbaijan. Their demands were unfortunately met with violence which paved the way for the Nagorno-Karabakh conflict. The war was bloody and full of heavy casualties on both sides. Though a ceasefire was ultimately reached by the two sides in 1994; the political impact of that particular war is still visible not only with Armenia’s relationship with Azerbaijan; but with neighboring Turkey as well. As a Turkic-speaking Islamic country, Azerbaijan was (and still is) seen as a sister country to the Republic of Turkey. As support for their blood-relatives during the conflict, Turkey decided to permanently close the border with Armenia with aims of suffocating her politically and more importantly economically.

In the midst of the scorching July heat; our study abroad group would have the rare opportunity of visiting that controversial Turkish-Armenian border. Patrolled mainly by Russian and Armenian soldiers; this militarized land separating two historic foes served as a unique occasion of seeing the ancient Armenian capital city of Ani; which stood directly in front of us at the border. Across the Aras River and located on Turkish territory; the once powerful and almighty capital of Ani looked like a ghost town. She looked hungry and full of thirst; starving for some remembrance and recognition of her past; which had for so long been ignored due to earthquakes, invasions, vandalism and destruction by foreign occupants.

Having studied a great deal of Armenian history, I knew very well how beautiful Ani once was. As a major hub for merchants and travelers during the age of the silk route; the capital was a prominent and metropolitan city that served vital for trade and commerce from Asia to Europe. Seeing the city from a far distance was a memory that I will never forget for perhaps not-so-joyous reasons. You see, that hot July day at the border further exemplified the sad reality that so much of our history was lost and neglected in Turkey today. There I was, at one of the most hostile borders in the world; mesmerized at ruins of a city that absolutely nobody on the other side cared for.

With signs in Russian reading “No Photographs,” my stubbornness came into fruition as I was destined to take a picture with my Nikon camera. Let’s not forget that this was before the age of the Smartphone and the convenience of modern-day photography with a phone . Right as I took out my camera, I remember one of the Russian soldiers yelling “niet photograph! niet photograph! (No pictures, no pictures!)” The last thing I wanted to do was cause problems at that that precise moment and at that precise location. Though I failed to take a quick picture of the ancient capital; I found myself feeling grief for the ruins that lay in the distance. There she was, alone and scared; naked and abused, and there was nothing that I or any of us could do to change that.

On the drive back to the Yerevan, I remember being overwhelmed by what I had just witnessed and experienced. There I was, subdued by great emotion at the fact that something so close was so unobtainable and unreachable. Having studied all those maps of ancient Armenia, I was immensely saddened at the inevitable reality that much like the ruins of Ani, numerous other historic churches, fortresses and artifacts throughout Eastern Turkey will one day go ignored and unappreciated. Though this feeling of helplessness was unavoidable; I convinced myself that as long as Armenians exist, so will the history. As decedents of genocide survivors, keeping anything we can is a testament of will and survival. We’ve survived and persevered through many dark chapters. We’ve been subjects to every major empire in history; from Roman to Ottoman. Our will to survive gives me hope that through our will and dedication; the ruins of Ani will never be forgotten even when they no longer reside on Armenian territory.


A Cascade of the Future:

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One of my favorite pastimes in Yerevan was walking around the streets aimlessly with no destination in mind. Periodically I would photograph Yerevanians doing normal things. Whether it was a child riding his bicycle in courtyard of the Opera House or couples strolling around Lover’s Park; my intrusiveness and photographs would ultimately serve as nostalgic memories of my summer exactly a decade ago.

As pertaining to the future, I specifically remember speaking with a couple of children on one of my many strolls of the city. Noticing that I wasn’t exactly dressed like I was from Yerevan; the kids began asking me questions about who I was and where I was from. Questions ranging from “have you been to Disneyland?” or “are you going to stay in Armenia permanently?” I noticed something very special in these children. Perhaps it was the innocence in their eyes or the smiles on their faces; I came to visualize the future of the Armenian people by just interacting with these kids for that short period of time.

Many tourists who have visited Armenia commonly criticize the older generation for often times appearing pessimistic or not-so-welcoming. I expected this prior to my arrival purely based off historical reasons and how those elements contributed to the inevitable pessimism that one of would experience. Often times it is said that the pain and suffering of the Armenian people can clearly be seen on the faces of the people. Most of the older generation of Armenia lived through communism and were not so fortunate as today’s youth. After the fall of the Soviet Union, a devastating earthquake in 1988 and a conflict with neighboring Azerbaijan, living during the early 90’s in Armenia was indeed tough. Often times referred to as the “dark and cold years,” the older generation endured many hardships; so it came to no surprise that many of them did not seem so optimistic of the future.

However, the old generation will one day be replaced by the youth of today. Though I have not visited Armenia in nearly a decade; I do keep up with everything that’s going on in the country. Being a relatively new country (about 26-years-old,) everything is always changing in Armenia. With the age of the internet and advancements of technology, places like Armenia is experience a technology boom like no other. You see, the concept of an Armenian Republic within itself is something of a miracle. Given all that has happened to us in the past; the mere existence of a country called Armenia gave thousands of Diasporan Armenians a reason to invest and even relocate. This free and democratic republic is today experiencing the effects of a smaller world through technological advancement. That, coupled with the rising number of ethnic Armenians relocating to their homeland due to the civil war, has initiated a new chapter for the Armenian people.

Those children that I mentioned earlier on this portion are now probably in their mid-teens. Some of them are probably finishing up high school and most (I hope) probably envision themselves attending universities and further solidifying the hope which I felt in those eyes all those years ago.

To finish up this homage to the homeland; I would like to leave you with yet another memory which would sadly be my last. During my last night in the city; I decided to climb up the Yerevan Cascade; a giant stairway leading to a wonderful view of the entire city and Mount Ararat. Knowing that it would be busy during the day, I decided to make an evening out of it. Stopping by a local liquor store on my way there, I purchased a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes. Breathless and full of emotion, I finally reached the final steps. With Yerevan’s beautiful lights glaring at me like I had never seen before; I sat there completely mesmerized. Listening to my favorite Armenian artist Ruben Hakhverdyan while taking sips of the sweet Armenian wine, I realized how much I was going to miss all of it. Transitioning from Los Angeles to Yerevan was not easy; but I enjoyed every minute of it.

Though I have not visited in a decade; I do hope so in the near future. It brings me an immense amount of joy when I hear about positive experiences of tourists visiting (and even moving to) the homeland. That particular trip was indeed a study abroad experience that taught me a lot about not only the people of Armenia but also the positive direction I hope it will ultimately take.

Much like my homage to Kinglsey Drive; this was my homage to the homeland.

Thank you for Reading.

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Homage to Kingsley Drive.

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Growing up in an Armenian household, the first language I ever learned to speak and communicate in was Armenian. Before having the ability to comprehend the concepts of nationality or geography, the only world that existed in my small understanding of reality was the world which was spent during my adolescence. Having been raised in Little Armenia (a community within East Hollywood), my grandparent’s apartment complex was a melting pot of immigrants from an amalgamation of various countries. This apartment building served as the blank canvas for what would ultimately become the artwork representing my identity.

Looking back at the seventeen years that were spent in this multicultural enclave in the heart of Hollywood, one can confidently say that the perfect metaphorical categorization of that experience could simply be labeled as living inside a miniature United Nations summit. Though an overwhelming demographic of the building’s residency consisted of immigrants from Armenia; the enclave also saw tenants from France, Nigeria, Romania, Germany, Mexico and Greece. And since Hollywood (like much of Los Angeles) is a city of transplants and frequent visitors, nothing in my life (besides family and close friends) was permanent.  It would become apparent from a very young age that many of my fondest memories and relationships over the years were often times temporary and cut short; a grim but common reality entailed in the Hollywood lifestyle.

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Coming from a middle-class American upbringing, both my parents worked long hours and as a result I often times wouldn’t see them until nightfall. For the majority of my youth, my grandparents were the ones who shaped and molded me into the person I would eventually become. My grandfather, Gabriel, was indeed a fascinating and intriguing man who’s mere presence and words of wisdom impacted all those who came across him. Having been born in the small town of Vienne, France, he was commonly referred to as “monsieur” by all his friends and family.  After the end of the Second World War, his family decided to pack their bags and relocate to Armenia. Though he would end up spending more than twenty years in the Soviet Union, my grandfather always took pride in his French nationality. He would later categorize his family’s decision to immigrate to Armenia after the Second World War as a “great travesty.” From the many distant memories of monsieur Gabriel, my grandfather always spoke of France with such great compassion and romanticism (naturally). He spoke about the village where he was born and the lifestyle which he longed for every waking day of his life since having left as a child. Many years later I came to realize how difficult it must have been for him. Though he had not physically been in France since his youth, he always spoke of it as if he had lived there his entire life with such vivid descriptions and vocabulary. He even went as far as becoming a French citizen in 1997!

Immigrating to the United States however wasn’t always his cup of tea (or wine). He always envisioned himself one day returning and living out his final days in a small petite house in rural Vienne overlooking the Rhône river; the simple French life as he would describe it. Unfortunately for him, most of the family had their hearts set on the idea of moving to America instead. Though everyone knew he was greatly disappointed, he wasn’t a man who complained much. After all, this was a person who he had lived through Nazi occupation and under Joseph Stalin’s reign. Ultimately, a new life in Los Angeles would symbolize something far more meaningful than just a relocation. It illustrated an escape from the hardships of communism which (in the big picture) was something he and my family would be grateful for. Despite all this, France would continue to hold a sacred place in his heart for the remainder of his life. Whether it was an installation of a satellite dish to receive television channels from France or reading his favorite French novels, he frivolously tried his best to imagine living in his little French village despite the unavoidable palm trees, homelessness and superficiality of Hollywood.

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One of the greatest memories of monsieur Gabriel before he passed away was his love for the acoustic guitar. Every couple of days he would pour himself a glass of brandy and play his guitar in the courtyard of the enclave; singing famous tunes by Edith Piaf and Charles Aznavour. In just a couple of minutes, his presence attracted almost every tenant in the building. People would grab chairs, fill their cups with wine, smoke their cigarettes and listen to my grandfather as he happily entertained (and sometimes annoyed) his neighbors. It was right there and then when people really understood the life my grandfather wished he had lived all those years while living in that apartment. He imported the soul of France in a place and to a people who were foreign to that reality. It was days like those where he felt proud to be given the nickname monsieur!

As a kid growing up in America during the 1990’s, I never really made much of those evenings with music and wine. You could have commonly seen me inside hooked on some video game while staring at the television screen like a zombie for endless hours. Though the melancholic sounds of my grandfather’s guitar was unavoidable, it was difficult (at such a young age) to grasp or appreciate those moments. When my grandfather passed away in winter of 1999, there was an unquestionable void inside the enclave where he was admired and loved for all those years. As I grew older and entered adulthood, a genetic reincarnation took place which until this day comes as an eerie shock to all those who knew my grandfather well. Besides the incontestable resemblance in appearance, speech and physical tendencies, I began to embody much of my grandfather’s personality. In a strange way, I was learning more about him through my own actions as I did from actual memories of him.

The manager of the apartment complex, Christoph, was also a Frenchman who had moved to Los Angeles during the 70’s along with his family. He and my grandfather became close companions despite their age difference. After all, both were Frenchmen who enjoyed reminiscing the old country during long walks around the streets of East Hollywood; desperately wishing they were strolling somewhere inside the Latin Quarter of Paris. After my grandfather’s passing, Christoph would once in a while teach me a little French and German. He even taught me European history even back when I couldn’t even point out a single country on the map! One can only comprehend so much at such an adolescent age. Regardless, it’s evident my grandfather would have been proud to see me take such interests. I recall him bluntly stating

               

Weekly Destination:

Lisbon & Amsterdam

There’s a reason why millions of travelers flock to Amsterdam on a yearly basis. It comes to no surprise to European travel enthusiasts like me that air and hotel prices in Amsterdam are one of the most expensive in all of Western Europe. Not only is the Dutch capital aesthetically beautiful with its unique architecture and canals, the city entails a vibrantly young atmosphere coupled with history and a healthy dose of modernism. Amsterdam beholds an amalgamation of activities that all types of people from all corners of the world would appreciate and enjoy. Whether you’re a twenty-something on a post-college graduation trip with your buddies or honeymooners on your first vacation as husband and wife, Amsterdam is an absolute MUST for first-time and returning travelers to Europe.

I can ramble on and on about the various attributes that make Amsterdam inimitable. It’s refreshing for people from Los Angeles especially to visit a city with such little automobile presence. With its canals and narrow streets, Amsterdam is a town dominated by bikers and pedestrians.  A place where you can bike and walk for hours, finding a new gem on every street you pass along. For this reason, I have decided to nominate Amsterdam as the base city for this trip.

When visiting Europe, I do things a little differently than most. I don’t want to be just another tourist. I read up and learn about the history, culture and sociopolitical aspects of every city/country I visit during my trip. One major component of the way I organize my trips is by declaring one city as my “Hub.” A hub is a city which you pick as your primary city of residence during your stay in Europe and travel back and forth from. Through my own experiences, having a hub city allows you and your fellow travelers to have the freedom of leaving your huge luggage at your hub residency and travelling lightly when flying or railing to your new destination. You can take a small backpack of clothes and other small essential items with you and not have to worry about packing and unpacking everywhere you go. And plus, it’s always nice to come back and relax in Amsterdam once you’re done visiting other cities. For this particular trip I will pick Amsterdam as my main city of residency and Lisbon, Portugal as my destination city for October of 2016. I will provide the most affordable airfare prices and present a general idea of how much lodging (through AIRBNB) would cost.


FLIGHT

Let’s begin with airfare. If you’re the type of traveler that hates taking flights with connections, a non-stop roundtrip flight from Los Angeles to Amsterdam in October will cost about $1200-$1300 with Delta/KLM airlines. However, if you’re willing to having one quick connection, would you believe that I can get you on a roundtrip flight from Los Angeles to Amsterdam for only $530 (including taxes & fees)?

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you WOW airlines based out of Reykjavik, Iceland. Founded in 2011, this incredible low cost and modern carrier is a hidden secret that more American travelers should be aware of. So let’s check out the WOW Airline website: http://wowair.us/

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Upon visiting the website’s homepage, select your Destinations (Los Angeles- Amsterdam.) Pick any dates in October and select the “Flexible Dates.” It should look something like this:


Upon visiting the website’s homepage, select your Destinations (Los Angeles- Amsterdam.) Pick any dates in October and select the “Flexible Dates.” It should look something like this:

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Once you’ve selected your random dates in October, click on “Search Flights.” Don’t forget to click on “Flexible Dates.” You should then be redirected to a page with various prices on various dates for the month of October.


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I have picked October 18th as my outbound flight for $265 (including taxes.) Once you’re done choosing this date, scroll down and select your returning flight back to Los Angeles from Amsterdam (via Reykjavik.)


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Now I have chosen my returning flight to be on October 28th for $265 (including taxes & fees.) This is will allow me to spend a total of 9 nights during my stay in Amsterdam. Once you’ve selected your outbound and returning flights, you should see a grand total of $530.

So just to sum up your flight itinerary:

Grand Total WOW LA-AMS Roundtrip

 

  • Departing: Los Angeles International (LAX) to Amsterdam, Netherlands (AMS) via Reykjavik (KEF) on 10/18/2016
  • Returning: Amsterdam, Netherlands (AMS) to Los Angeles International (LAX) via Reykjavik (KEF) on 10/28/2016

Total Price: $530.00 including all taxes & fees.

This is about $300 dollars cheaper than both Aeroflot & Turkish Airlines and $700-$800 cheaper than KLM & Delta.


AMSTERDAM TO LISBON: FLIGHT

You finally finished booking your main roundtrip flight to Amsterdam from Los Angeles using WOW Airlines. Where to next? For this particular trip, I will use Lisbon, Portugal as the city you’ll be visiting while you’re staying in Amsterdam. Lisbon is one of the most underrated cities in all of Europe. Just ask anyone that’s been there and you’ll hear nothing but amazing things about it. Often times called the San Francisco of Europe, Lisbon is a great alternate to Spain. Rather than having to deal with snobby locals in Barcelona & Madrid who are sick and tired of dealing with tourists, you can skip all that and pay a visit to Spain’s neighbor to the west, Portugal. With amazing seafood, architecture, history and nightlife, you won’t regret visiting Lisbon one bit.


So let’s check out the airfare prices to Lisbon from Amsterdam by using Kayak.com:

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The cheapest flight available through Kayak.com for our selected dates comes out to $156 (including fees). With the flight description as follows:

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  • With the price of Los Angeles to Amsterdam ($530) and Amsterdam to Lisbon ($156), you’ve spent a total of $686 for all flights during the trip. That’s still about $600 cheaper than a non-stop flight from Los Angeles to Amsterdam with either KLM or Delta.

 

Lodging in Amsterdam

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Just like how UBER has revolutionized the taxi industry, Airbnb has truly revolutionized the hotel industry. Rather than having to pay ridiculous prices to stay in sardine-size room in Amsterdam, you can pay half the price of a hotel room and have your very own apartment or house in any city that you decide to stay in.

So since we’re selected Amsterdam as our “Hub” city, let’s see the general pricing of an apartment for rent for our selected dates on Airbnb:

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This interactive map shows you the general pricing of different listings in Amsterdam. Majority of these listings are apartments. On a side note, I would suggest booking apartments by hosts who have 20+ reviews just to make sure you’re staying with somebody who’s legit and knows what they’re doing. Assuming that the average cost per-night is roughly $120, the total for a 9 night stay in Amsterdam will come out to somewhere in the neighborhood of $1000.

One of the great things about Airbnb is that no price is set. The website allows you to message hosts to see if they could apply a discount or lower the price that’s more accommodating to you. I’ve successfully bargained in the past using Airbnb and ended up saving a few hundred dollars. So assuming the total price (including all fees) comes out to $1000, you would be paying about $250 per-person if you’re in a group with four people. Believe me when I say that this is substantially cheaper than any hotel in Amsterdam. Of course, you also have the option of staying in hostels as well.


 

Lodging in Lisbon

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This interactive map shows the general pricing of different listings in Lisbon, Portugal from October 22nd-25th (4 nights.) Cheap isn’t it? And believe me when I say that most of these listings have incredible views, great reviews and are CONSIDERABLY cheaper than any hotel you’ll find. Assuming the average price for a nice apartment is $50 per-night, the grand total comes out to about $200 give or take. Split that four ways and that’s $50 per-person (in a group of 4) or $100 per-person (in a group of 2.)