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Published: June 14th 2006
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Church Trolly.
I didn't know Portugal had Rice-a-Roni. Everybody say goodbye to Fabian and Niky. "Bye Fabian and Niky!" They decided to get back on track with their own trip. So they broke up the herd, and headed East. We were sad to see them go but we are definately on a schedule. And anyone who has been on a schedule with Galaxya, knows better than to deviate from it. Onward we pushed and drove to Seville just to say that we had been there, and to check out what it looked like, since we both had been told that it was a good place to be. Well it looked nice and they were right. Definately would like to get back to Seville.
Well we had to stop somewhere to use the internet anyway since I did not print out the reservation in Lisboa, nor did I write the specifics down. Galaxya didn't have much faith in my travel savey ways enough to believe me, when I parked and started looking for a place to use the internet. I stopped near a college and started walking around. College kids gotta have access to the internet, right? How else are they going to get porn? She thought I was
Bad hair day.
Some days I just want to cut all my hair off. Hmm. Good idea. crazy. But if I listened to her, I wouldn't get anything done. Oh, and we just happen to park right across from the university bibliotecha (library). So I walked in to the sound of Galaxya telling me that "there is no way they would just let me walk into the library without a school ID, and let me use the internet." Once we were inside the security guard was kind enough to give me pamphlet on the city with a map. Then we asked about the internet and he told us that we could go upstairs and use it for free. But only after Galaxya put her bag in a free locker. So we walked in without a school ID and used the internet. FOR FREE. Yup, I would rather be lucky than good. But sometimes, Im just good. I think she might be a believer now. Naaaah.
We got all our needed info and pushed on toward our destination. I have to say that the street signs in Portugal leave a lot to be desired. They tell you how to get somewhere and then once you are there the signs to the next town just disapear. So as
Gateway to the city.
It's a bit dramatic for my taste. a concequence we were forced to drive from place to place and sometimes back to the previous place just to find out where we needed to go. But nothing would deter us from our mission. Got to be honest and tell you that we had no idea where to go or where our hostel was. I even went through the trouble of calling the hostel, and they didnt know how to give me any directions. Big thanks to them, for that. I should have realized right there, that this place would suck. How many places do you pay to stay at and they wont tell you how to get there? Just one that I know of. Lazy Crow in Portugal. DO NOT stay there.
Well I drove all day and late into the night to arrive in Lisboa, Portugal around midnight. With no definate directions we just randomly picked an exit and drove around. Galaxya spotted a familiar word on a sign from the mini map that we printed out from their website. And I got to hand it to her. Some kickass map reading skills along with my awesome driving abilities, a few meaningless arguements and we actually
Who wants fresh pig?
And this little piggy went to the market. found our random accomidation in Portugal without speaking the language. Kudos to us.
We were just happy to be somewhere. As was I, since my stomach was doing loopty loops and I just wanted to be still. Couldn't lie down, but not moving was a huge bonus for me. I'm not really one to get sea or car sick, but I had never been on a trip where I got triansick, seasick, and carsick all in one shot. Yet another thing ticked off my list of 'never dones'. So I was just happy to have a parking spot I didn't have to worry about, and a bed to sleep in.
Woke the next morning to Galaxya telling me she met some friends at breakfast and was going sightseeing with them. I could care less since all I wanted to do was stay horizontal. I finally had to talk myself into getting up and not missing a whole city that I had never been in before. So me and my queezy stomache got a move on and saw some cool things in Lisbon. Called home to say hello to the fam and let them know that I was still
You can't miss it.
Go to the giant Jesus and take a left. alive. Kinda.
I returned to the hostel to find everyone watching Team America on the TV. Once again I managed to find a hostel with mostly Americans in it. I must be on a role. Maybe if I stay at a hostel back in America I will finally get to hang out with people from all these places that I have visited. But that's ok. I dont mind it so much. What I did mind were the cats that had the run of the entire hostel and the flees in the common room. What the hell! Who does that? I'll tell you who. Portuguese hostel workers with no consideration that's who. Again, I might not have cared so much but the cats were also in heat. So people staying there are forced to listen to cat sex all night. I'd much rather get cable as a hostel perk.
While I was showering in one of the only two bathrooms for over 40 people, the curtain rod, all of a sudden, fell down. Broke, some how. I didn't want to get water everywhere, so I was holding it up and showering with one hand. Then I dropped the soap
St. Vincent
I was trying to take a picture of this guy enjoying his beer, but the statue and church got in the way. and it hit the single control water lever; shutting off the water and the bar of soap bounced out of the shower and clear accross the bathroom. So I was standing there all lathered up with no water and holding onto a shower-rod trying to reach my soap on the floor. Im growing accustomed to feeling like an idiot, the more I travel.
So we said Portugal, "check!" and drove on. All the way to San Sebastian, which is near the French border, for you goegraphy buffs. I have been told that it is a nice drive there. But don't ask me, because I would not know. We got there in the dead of night and even the twisty toll-roads were barely lit. Some not at all. We snaked our way through the coastal mountains to arrive in San Sebastian. It was kinda like breaking over that last hill on the way to Vegas and seeing a jem glowing in the desert. The spanish town, is bustling with tourist and nightlife amidst black mountains. Im sure to have fun here...
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RU-EZ
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How about Ruiz.
You had have seen a street with my name on it. Every other street in barcelona seemed to be Ruiz. To bad it did not get me any better acomidations. I look forward to reading every one of your new adventures. And keep up the fly by night planninig. Ps. Ralph and Crystal had a babby boy. I'll let you guess his name.