Porto's BEST Sé Apartment: Stunning 1st Floor Gem!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the whirlwind review of Porto's BEST Sé Apartment: Stunning 1st Floor Gem! This isn't your typical, sterile hotel write-up. This is going to be messy, honest, and dripping with my (very strong) opinions. Let's get this show on the road, shall we?
Overall Vibe (Before We Get Technical):
Okay, first things first: this isn't a soulless, corporate hotel chain. This feels like… home, but like, a REALLY fancy, historically-charming home in the HEART of Porto. Think cobblestone streets, the scent of fresh pastries wafting up from the bakery below (yes, really!), and a view out of your window that'll make you want to spontaneously learn Portuguese just to shout "QUE LINDO!" at the top of your lungs. It's got that "lived-in luxury" feel. You know? Like, someone with impeccable taste actually lives here.
Accessibility: (The Important Stuff First)
Now, being on the first floor is HUGE for accessibility. I’m thinking of my travel buddies who sometimes need a hand with stairs and how this would rock their world. Accessibility is a solid WIN. Seriously, thank you, hotel gods! My experience: There's an elevator, which is massive for a historic building.
Cleanliness and Safety: Breathe Easy (or Not, Depending on My Mood)
Alright, let's get real. These days, my brain immediately goes to "germ warfare." So, how is this place holding up?
- Anti-viral cleaning products? YES! Good to know.
- Room sanitization between stays? DOUBLE YES! Makes me happy, happy, happy!
- Daily disinfection in common areas? Okay, cool. Less doom and gloom.
- Staff trained in safety protocol? Good. You wouldn’t believe the stories I could tell… (but I won't… yet).
- First aid kit? Okay. I’m not a hypochondriac, but good to see.
- Hand sanitizer? Whew! They get a gold star for me.
Rooms: Your Sanctuary (or Your Panic Room)
Okay, so we're talking about a "Stunning 1st Floor Gem"! Let's rip into the room details like a hungry wolf.
- Air conditioning: Thank GOD. Portugal in the summer? You need it.
- Blackout curtains: Essential. Sleep is a precious commodity, people.
- Coffee/tea maker: A morning ritual is a MUST, and I need it.
- Free Wi-Fi: In all rooms? YES! Never underestimate the importance of a good connection for streaming (and working… maybe).
- In-room safe box: Always a good idea. Hide your valuables, or your secret stash of… well, whatever you hide.
- Soundproofing: Important in a city like this! Gotta keep those late-night fado serenades from ruining your beauty sleep. I like this.
- Wake-up service: For the days you don't want to set your own alarm.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Yeah, we’ve established that.
My Moment of Truth:
Okay, real talk: I’m a sucker for the little things. The cozy details. Did the room have a decent mirror? (You have no idea how many hotel rooms I've been in with awful mirrors). And the bathroom… was it clean? (I will leave). In this place? It’s a thumbs-up from me.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Feed Me!
Okay, let's talk food. Because, frankly, I'm always thinking about food.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Yes, please! Buffet-style breakfasts are my jam.
- Room service [24-hour]: This is a game changer. Late-night cravings? Check.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: The caffeine addict in me rejoices.
- Lots of restaurants: So, you’re never far from something to eat.
The Absolute BEST Part (and the Only Imperfection):
Here’s what really mattered to me: the location. This place is right there. No, seriously. The location is GOLD. You step outside, and you're practically in the action. So close to everything.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: (Spas and Such):
- Fitness center? Yup
- Spa? Yes, the sauna and steam room make a compelling argument for relaxation.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]? I like this a lot, but not enough info to make a decision.
- Sauna: More relax? Yes.
Services and Conveniences: The Extras
- Concierge: Needed sometimes. Good that it's here.
- Elevator: Nice!
- Daily housekeeping: Love it.
- Laundry service: Because let's be honest, nobody wants to do laundry on vacation.
- Luggage storage: A lifesaver when you have a late flight and need to explore more
Getting Around: The Logistics
- Airport transfer: Score!
- Car park [free of charge]: Huge bonus, especially in a city.
- Taxi Service: Also, good.
- Valet parking: I can't afford it.
The Honest-to-Goodness Offer:
Okay, let's put a bow on this thing.
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Listen, Porto is amazing. You know that. But slogging from one end of the city to the other, lugging luggage, and dealing with public transport? NO. Not on my watch.
Here's the Deal:
- Prime Location: Right in the heart of the action. Walk to everything. Seriously, walk to everything!
- First-Floor Freedom: No stairs to climb. Perfect for anyone looking for easy access.
- All the Comforts: Free Wi-Fi, A/C, breakfast buffet. They have all the essentials.
- Cleanliness and Safety: They get it.
But, There’s a Catch (Because, Life):
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The Final Verdict:
This place is incredible. It's got all the right stuff. If you get a chance, you need to stay here!. Go. Now. Seriously!
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Porto: A Slightly Disastrous (But Utterly Glorious) Itinerary from Lemago Porto Apartments - SÉ - 1st Floor
Okay, so the official "itinerary" is a joke. More like a suggestion, really. Life in Porto, especially from the utterly charming (and slightly cramped) Lemago Apartments, is about letting go of rigid schedules and embracing the chaos. This is my attempt to document my week, the good, the bad, the oh-my-god-did-I-really-just-do-that moments.
Day 1: Arrival & Overwhelming Charm (Plus a Panic Attack or Two)
Morning (ish): Arrived at Francisco Sá Carneiro Airport. Blessedly, the metro was working, unlike some horror stories I'd read. Dragging my suitcase through the cobblestone streets of the Ribeira district was… challenging. I nearly face-planted three times. The Lemago apartment? Adorable. Actually, scratch that, it's magical. Right in Sé, the heart of the old city. Opening the windows, the sounds of church bells and chattering Portuguese filled the room. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Almost.
Afternoon: Okay, so I got properly lost. Seriously, Porto is a labyrinth. I wandered for a solid hour, convinced I'd wandered into Narnia. Eventually, I stumbled upon a tiny Tasca – "O Fado." Ordered something that sounded vaguely like "Francesinha" (the local sandwich monstrosity). Cue instant panic. I, a creature of salads and smoothies, was staring down a mountain of bread, meat, cheese, and… sauce? My stomach clenched. But, the Fado music started. Soulful, haunting melodies. And… I ate it. Every single bite. Blame the Fado.
Evening: Wandered the Ribeira at sunset. The Douro River shimmering, the colourful buildings. The air was thick with the scent of grilled sardines. I tried to order some at a restaurant. Ended up pointing at a picture, while struggling with an entire conversation only containing the Portuguese words "Por favor" and "Obrigado". The sardine… bone-filled. Glorious, bone-filled sardines. Went back to the apartment, feeling slightly seasick (the Francesinha, I suspect), but utterly, utterly in love with this city.
Day 2: Port Wine and Existential Dread (Mostly About the Port)
Morning: Coffee and pastéis de nata (basically, heaven in a pastry) from the bakery downstairs. Fuelled up for a day of… Port wine. I felt a little like I should be more productive, maybe do some research about the history of the city, but… Port. We found ourselves at a winery (Cálem), after a very enthusiastic recommendation from a local. Wine tasting… a revelation. The tawny, the ruby, the vintage… each sip a mini-vacation. The initial, and I mean initial, plan was to try a few types, but ended up ordering a complete tour and tasting of 7 different ports.
Afternoon: More Port wine. Possibly too much. The historical significance of Porto, where the warehouses are based, suddenly felt very real, and very emotional. Also, I started to wonder if I was becoming a lush, but it was too late to care. Enjoyed the tour and tasting (which also came with some snacks.)
Evening: The inevitable, post-Port, late-afternoon slump. Found myself on a bench overlooking the river, battling a sudden existential crisis. Why am I here? What is the meaning of life? Is it just to drink Port? (The answer, apparently, is “possibly yes”). Ate a delicious (and much-needed) bowl of caldo verde soup to ground myself. Watched the sunset. Feeling slightly less philosophical, and a lot more ready for bed.
Day 3: Bookstore Bliss & Bridge-Crossing Bravery (and a near-death experience with a tram)
Morning: Livraria Lello. THE bookstore. You know the one. Supposedly inspired J.K. Rowling. Yes it's crowded. Yes, it's expensive. But… gasp. The spiral staircase is as breathtaking as everyone says. Wandered around, pretending to be a literary genius. Bought a book I'll probably struggle to read in Portuguese. Totally worth it.
Afternoon: Attempted to cross the Dom Luís I Bridge. The views are incredible. The journey, however… terrifying. Walking on the top level (for pedestrians), the height is intimidating, especially with the wind whipping around. Felt a surge of irrational fear, and was pretty sure I was going to fall. Made it across. Triumph! Reward? Ice cream. (Because, why not?)
Evening: Almost got run over by a tram. Dramatic, I know, but it was close! The trams are beautiful, old-fashioned, and silent… until they're right in front of you. The near-death experience shook me up. Needed comfort food. Found a tiny restaurant serving the most incredible roasted chicken. Re-centered soul.
Day 4: Art, Azulejos, and a Questionable Market Experience
Morning: Found the Museu Nacional de Soares dos Reis. I wasn't expecting much. I didn't really understand the art. But this was beautiful. The sculptures were so poignant, and the building itself – an old palace – was stunning. The museum’s cafe had the best coffee!
Afternoon: Hunted down Azulejos. These traditional ceramic tiles are everywhere. Took hundreds of photos of them. They are seriously addictive. I wanted to cover my apartment in them. (Maybe in the next life?).
Evening: Bolhão Market. I thought it would be bustling, a sensory overload of colours and smells. It was. It was also… chaotic. The vendors are loud; the smells of fresh fish mixed with ripe fruit – incredible. I bravely tried to buy some cheese. I managed to communicate, with a lot of pointing and smiling. Paid more than I should have. Had no idea what kind of cheese it was. The cheese, though, was delicious, and I probably will overpay again tomorrow if I happen to find my way back.
Day 5: Exploring Beyond the City Walls (and a Very Long Walk)
Morning: Decided to explore. Walked (and walked, and walked) north, past the city walls near the apartment. Checked out the Palacio de Cristal gardens. Beautiful, obviously. The views are spectacular. But the walk… oh, the walk. My feet were aching. Seriously, it was like the entire city was uphill.
Afternoon: Survived the walk of hell to Mateus Palace, and visited its gardens. The gardens were incredible, and the walk was long enough to make me appreciate the beauty.
Evening: More food. More wine. Maybe the same restaurant from Day 3. I have forgotten what I ate.
Day 6: Douro River Cruise & A Sad Goodbye (to the City and the Francesinha)
Morning: Finally did a Douro River cruise. The views of the city from the water are stunning. The bridges are even more awe-inspiring. The boat was crowded, but it didn't matter. Felt myself becoming a cliché tourist, but enjoyed every minute of it. Also, finally bought a souvenir.
Afternoon: One last Francesinha. Devoured it with a blend of pleasure and sadness. I thought about my relationship with the meal. A truly intense, beautiful love affair.
Evening: Packing. Tears (probably fueled by wine). Staring out the window (for the last time) at the twinkling lights of Porto. Saying goodbye to the city, to my apartment, to the Francesinha, and to the part of me that was starting to fit in.
Day 7: Departure (and an airport sandwich that made me cry)
Morning: Woke with a hangover and a melancholy feeling. Dragged my suitcase back to the metro. Said goodbye to the old city. Tried to be a better traveler, but still panicked a little bit.
Afternoon: Arrived at the airport. Bought a dry, tasteless sandwich. Ate it, and started laughing. The sandwich was a terrible ending to an amazing week, but it was the perfect end to a chaotic journey. Got on the plane, and felt a wave of tiredness and happiness. Porto, you beautiful, slightly crazy place. I'll be back. (And next time, I'll learn some Portuguese.)
So, um…What the heck *is* "Stuff," anyway?
Ugh, this is the first existential hurdle, isn't it? Okay, deep breath. "Stuff," for the purposes of *this* conversation, is basically… *things*. Anything you can interact with. Your phone, that chipped mug you love, the mountain of laundry judging you from the corner. It's the physical stuff, the digital stuff, the *emotional* stuff (like the lingering feeling that you forgot something… you probably did).
See, the definition is the problem, right? Because "Stuff" is so intimately woven into your *life*. Like, I spent a whole weekend - *wasted*, basically - trying to declutter my "stuff". And what did I end up doing? Organizing it neatly into smaller piles of stuff. The irony! I swear, I almost cried when I accidentally tossed a favorite pen. It was a *disaster*.
What *exactly* qualifies as "Too Much Stuff?" I'm asking for a friend... ahem.
Oh, the million-dollar question! Or, rather, the question that costs you a million dollars in storage fees. Look, there's no magic number. It’s a feeling, a gut punch of guilt and claustrophobia. It's when you can't see your floor. When you can't close a drawer because it's overflowing with… *stuff*. When you start using the bathtub as a closet.
I remember this one time, I visited my Aunt Mildred. Bless her heart, she's a hoarder, but she's *convinced* everything has sentimental value. I swear, her house was like a museum of dust bunnies and forgotten dreams. She offered me a sandwich, and I had to eat it *standing up* because there was no room to sit. That, my friends, is a sign.
Is Decluttering the Answer? Or is that just another cycle of "Stuff?"
Ugh, decluttering. The siren song of minimalist influencers. Look, it *can* be helpful... sometimes. But honestly? It's not a cure-all. See, the *root* problem is often linked to emotional attachments. I tried to declutter my wardrobe after a truly awful breakup. Like, "this shirt reminds me of him" became a recurring theme. Which led to me keeping *everything*. I'm still wearing that shirt, by the way. I don't know *why*. So no, it's not necessarily the answer, but it’s a start.
The real answer is... well, I'm still working on that. I declutter and then I purchase something new!
Okay, okay, fine. Let's say I *do* want to get rid of some stuff. HOW do I even begin? It's overwhelming!
OH GOD, YES. Overwhelming is the understatement of the freaking century. Okay, baby steps. Pick ONE small area. Just one. Your junk drawer. (And let's be honest, we all have a junk drawer – it's practically a human right).
Start with the low-hanging fruit. Trash. Obvious broken things. Expired coupons. Then, be ruthless. Ask yourself: Have I used this in the last year? Do I even *like* this? Does it bring me joy… or just…more stuff?
My first attempt? The junk drawer. I found a pen that had clearly exploded, a half-eaten bag of chips, and... a tax form from 2007. 2007! I almost framed it for the sheer audacity of it. It was a start.
What about sentimental stuff? Seriously, this is the hardest part. I *need* those broken trinkets!
OH, THE SENTIMENTAL BAGGAGE. The emotional weight of it ALL. This is where it gets real. Look, you can't keep *everything*. But you can also acknowledge the memories. Take a photo of the item. Write down the memory associated with it. If you're really struggling, set the item aside for a few weeks. If you forget about it entirely, you know what to do.
I had this *tiny* ceramic dog that my grandmother gave me when I was five. It was chipped, faded, practically useless. But it represents her. I cried when I had to decide to throw it out. I honestly had a mini-meltdown. But then, I took a photo of it, told it goodbye, and *then* tossed it. And you know what? I felt… lighter. It was the tiny dog equivalent of a therapy session.
Don't you ever just have an emotional reaction? Like, a *real* one? When you were decluttering your stuff?
ARE YOU KIDDING? *All* the time. One time, I was getting rid of my old college textbooks. Textbooks! I hadn't opened them in, like, ten years. But as I was flipping through them? BAM. Memories. The late nights fueled by instant ramen. The terrible hangovers. The awful exams. The *hope*.
I found a photo of myself in a ridiculously oversized sweater, reading a book in the library. And I just… burst into tears. Seriously. Uncontrollable sobbing. I literally had to leave the room and regroup. It was pathetic, I know. But it also reminded me of how far I'd come and how much I'd *grown*.
So yes. I have emotional reactions. I laugh. I cry. I get angry. I occasionally throw things (which, by the way, is not recommended during a decluttering session). It's a roller coaster, and I’m strapped in.
Is there a "right" way to "get rid of stuff?" Like, should I donate, sell, trash...?
Look, the "right" way is the way that works for *you*. Donate what you can. Sell things that are still valuable. Trash what’s broken or unusable. But seriously, don't get bogged down in the minutiae.
I spent an entire MONTH trying to sell a used juicer on Facebook Marketplace. One month! I got more lowball offers than actual interest. Time is money! So, I gave up and donated it. And you know what? It felt good. Like, really good. Hotel Search Site
