it is sunday morning and i am quite sad that the weekend has passed by so quickly, because it means that i have to leave the best place on earth. lisbon, portugal for those of you that are not all that familiar kicks ass. emily and i just randomly decided to visit with no idea what there was to do or see. we only knew that they spoke a drunken form of spanish (confirmed).
i caught a 7 hour bus ride from aix to barcelona, met emily at 6am and made it straight to the airport to catch our 8am flight. i realized that this was going to be an amazing trip when trying to get through security, i saw the women in front of me crying to the security. upon closer inspection, i came to see that she was trying to get an 8 inch kitchen knife through security and onto the plane. she kept on begging to let her take it on board because it was a ceramic knife and could not really do anything with it. plus all of this was in spanish, which i so happen to speak fluently. suck it french.
as em and i are trying to find our hostel, we are approached twice, by creepy looking men looking to sell us weed and hash. this happened many more times throughout our weekend and the drugs offered ranged from weed to cocaine, all of which they can pronounce in perfect english.
the hostel that we're in right now is the best place i've ever been. there are bean bags, mancala, and macs. need i say more? the people who work here are too cool and i actually want to stay here and marry julie, a perky swiss flamengo dancer who works here and has a tongue ring that glows in black light. oh the conversations that you get in when you're hostel has a kegerator... the people that we've met here are all really chill and we've had a great time interacting with all
lisbon is a great old city with cobblestone streets, beautifully decaying buildings, and a great atmosphere. we went to a few churches, did a lot of walking around through side streets, and just roaming the city. yesterday, on our way back from a town called Belem, we decided to have lunch in a small local café. em got to sit next to an 83 year old portuguese man that was just finishing a bottle of wine as we arrived. he was cherry red, entranced by us, and kept on speaking in portuguese with us. he laughed out loud, made fun of emily and was too interesting. amazing time. he actually made em do math on the table. we are considering going back there right now and bringing him home.
there's been wine, free egg and toast breakfasts, getting to know people everywhere from australia to london to san francisco. we are about to check out though i really wish we could just stay here all week. off to barça in a few hours. in the meantime, we will be visiting a castle.
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He was 85 for the record, and I'm still trying to figure out what size suitcase I'd need to bring him in. No need to figure out how to get him to come, I'll splurge on a six euro bottle of wine for him and do a silly dance. He'll be eating out of the palm of my hand.
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