Portugal

This morning started bright (not literally) and early. I woke up at 2:30 am and was out by 3:00 am. I was a bit on a mental high while walking through the shady streets at that time of night with all my luggage. The last drunks were hopping into taxis and my adventure was yet to begin. I was waiting at the bus stop when a taxi dude came up to a bunch of us and offered a ride to the airport for the same price. We submitted.

I was the first to arrive for my flight. I forget how here international flights aren't as international since were in the same continent.

Upon arrival into Lisbon the heat was the first thing that woke me up. A whole whopping 31 degrees celsius. I guess summer never hit Ireland.

Lisbon is beautiful but weird. I have never ever been in a city like this before. Obviousely and duh. The streets are made up of tiny white squares of rock that make up something of a mosaic. The whole city is of cream tones and is on slant. You either are walking straight up a street or sliding down another. It's almost as if the city is placed on tiny little mountains.

Right away I figured the city wasn't right for me. I needed the country, I needed the beach. I needed color. So I peaced off and took a train to Cascais. Cascais is paradise. A beautiful seaside town full of beachbums. Everyone looks like toast. I've never seen so many grannies in string bikinies in my life (or in just the bottems). The water isn't as hot as you'd think but the air is boiling. Except, I forgot my bathing suit. So tommorrow I'm gonna try and go for a surf.

Needless to say during this day a weiner dog tried to mull me and some old guy was trying to sell me weed buds.

And to conclude, it is so hard to speak over here! I don't know anything in Portuguese. And vice versa.