this was meant to be blogged last night, but stupid lisbon dingy overpriced middle-of-nowhere hostel didn´t have computers.
/me clears throat, cracks knuckles.
fuck the casa de musica. the ONLY reason y´all have to move to porto is joão. he rocks my world. i love him, but not like that. and no, doesn´t eat tripe, really. lucky kris gets to spend 36 more hours in the same city as him. damn.
*trains ass to lisbon*
*gets lost in the dark looking for hostel*
*gets to telepizza ten minutes BEFORE it closes, finally. eats two sad slices left in premises. isn´t even nearly satisfied*
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*misses kris, even if she doesn´t believe it*
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now on to today. bus ride out of lisbon crossed the big ass bridge over the tagus, passed right by the big ass statue of jesus christ that kris was so keen on seeing. i also saw a flock of griffon vultures, which were far more interesting. also, them azure-winged magpies sure are plentiful!
sevilla is a pretty cool city to get lost in. still, my ben van berkel erasmusbrug is better than the calatrava schmalatrava cartuja and alamillo bridges put together. they may be early calatrava, but that´s no excuse for clunkiness, dude.
ate churros and chocolate, too.
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