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Published: October 11th 2014
The weather in Portugal and Spain was flawless, so I got this nifty thing called a “tan.” Don't be fooled by the meaning of the word though because you have to remember that I am VERY pasty white. Thus, when I say “tan” I really mean a shade or two darker than the whitest person you could imagine.
Lisbon reminds be of an older version of San Francisco; it is very hilly and there is even a bridge that resembles the Golden Gate Bridge. I wandered around the city sola the first day, meandering through all the narrow cobble-stoned streets. There was a surprising amount of street art, varying from ugly graffiti tags to beautiful murals. The second day I headed to the beach for the day with some friends to get my “tan” on. The water was so refreshing (definitely not warm though). Later that night George and I headed to the bus station to catch a bus to Madrid. We thought an hour and a half would be enough time to get the station, but inevitably we were running through the metro station to get there in time. We arrived with two minutes to spare!
Graffiti in Lisbon
fenomenal! It was incredible being back in a city I knew my way around, and a language I could understand. Seeing my friends was incredible; it’s great to know that even after five years of not seeing each other we could pick up right where we left off. Poor George doesn’t speak a word of Spanish so I was playing translator the whole time. For the most part we just hung out with Alejandra and Isabel (plus their significant others); we went out to eat, went bowling, etc. The second day we met up with Graciela (old family friend) for breakfast. We ate tasty Argentinian-style pastries and sandwiches. I LOVE dulce de leche! Afterwards we went into Madrid to walk around the city. We hit all the main spots: Retiro, Plaza de Sol, Plaza Mayor, etc.
We woke up 30 minutes late for our train this morning! We ran out the door after a very brief goodbye (my friends were fast asleep). Thankfully we made it to the station in time. I don’t even want to think about what we would have done if we missed that train. I was exhausted, per usual,
when we got to Cadiz, so I headed to the beach for another chill day, but only after binging on delicious Spanish food (paella, pulpo a la gallega, empanadas, patatas bravas, jamon iberico…). I’m so sad to be leaving Spain😞 I’m actually looking forward to coming back in a few weeks (Barcelona) because two days simply wasn’t enough.
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