A couple of months ago, I found myself in a bit of a funk, so I decided to treat myself to a weekend trip. Knowing Portland was only an hour and a half flight from where I live, I booked a flight for a Friday night. Here’s how I spent 48 hours in Portland (and still made it to work on Monday morning in one piece).
Landed around 10pm. Took an Uber to my hostel, Traveler’s House. This is by far the nicest hostel I’ve ever stayed in. I was provided a code in advance to get into the building, and despite the fact that the hostel was technically closed, the kind owner happened to be there to welcome me and show me around the house.
Woke up early to grab a cup of coffee from Coffeehouse-Five, which was right down the street. It would be an understatement to say I was impressed with my first cup of Portland coffee. Then I met up with two Portland locals whom I’d connected with from Girls Love Travel, a Facebook group full of amazing and supportive women. [Side note: I’m so grateful for this network, and I’d encourage any ladies reading this to join it!] My new friends were so gracious and took me on a waterfall hike, which included stopping by the famous Multnomah Falls.
When I returned to the hostel, I decided to wander down Mississippi Avenue, a vibrant and quaint street full of boutiques, bars, and restaurants. Already feeling a bit of that solo traveler’s loneliness, I decided to head back to the hostel and see who was around. I quickly befriended four people, all of whom were also solo travelers. We headed back down to Mississippi and enjoyed fresh-baked pretzels and a boot of beer at German bar Prost! Portland.
After getting brunch with my hostel buddies, I hopped on a bus to Downtown Portland and saw the must-sees, including Powell’s Books (also known as heaven on earth), the Portland Saturday Market (don’t be fooled, it’s open Sunday too), Voodoo Donuts (though, sadly, the line was too long and I was crunched for time!), and the Japanese Tea Garden.
Though I was so sad to leave and wish I could’ve spent more time here, Portland is the perfect place to stay for a weekend. It’s true when people tell you that Oregon natives are the friendliest people. I felt at home in this place the moment I stepped off the plane, and I can’t wait to return.