Porto is amazing. You have to come here! Seagulls, hot sun, a cool breeze, shopping, nice buildings to look at, restaurants and cafes galore and hundreds of streets to explore.
I don’t feel bad for not speaking Portuguese like I did in France for not speaking French. Don’t be alarmed the French weren’t rude but I had guilt! Here, they just smile at you, it’s a lovely feeling.
Ahh Love. (Vomit)
When we returned to our hotel after a little lunch this afternoon the lock had been removed and the door was open! (I know! I thought i'd been robbed too!) Upon entering obviously someone had been to clean, (must have been the cleaner) Then it hit me, where the hell was my computer? I left it on the bed. I was completely freaking out. Two Portugues ladies entered our room, one kept rubbing my arm and pointing to her eye?? We don't speak Portuguese, they don't speak English, communication was a problem. (We have surprisingly had many conversations with this lady since, she seems lovely but I cannot understand a word she is saying, and she still keeps pointing to her eye and rubbing my arm??) The other lady finally pointed to a bulge in the quilt where she had hidden my laptop. Good hiding spot, not even I could find it. Not long after someone came to fix the lock.
Usually H&M wins my vote but today I tortured myself for hours in Zara. In the end my conscience got the better of me and I didn't by anything. I really missed having a female to shop with. Lachie is a bad shopping friend. (Sorry Lachie) He jumped ship basically after the first shop. I know I am indecisive but I didn't think I was that bad to shop with.
I did stop into a shop called Bershka, so much denim, the store was a mess, but since Lachie ditched me I had time to rummage! I decided on a pair of baggy light denim jeans. The pair I grabbed had a dirty brown mark on the bum so I quickly switched before paying. I have since realised I grabbed the wrong size. They are too big. Does anyone know how to ask for an exchange in Portuguese?
I love markets even if they smell like fish.
Excellent Balance.
This lady was casually walking by with three bunches of flowers on her head. Why not?
Decorated with tiles by Jorge Colaco depicting scenes from the life of St. Ildefonso and allegories from the Eucharist.
We were keen for a tasty cheap dinner and I had read about a place online called Pedro Dos Frangos. There is nothing like a good frango no espeto. (spit-roast chicken) This place is so popular that there are two restaurants open on either on side of the street. You don't have to worry about finding it, just follow your nose. Mmm. For 8 Euro you get a whole chicken, seasoned delightully and a massive plate of chips. Both Lachie and I were seriously impressed with this meal. Cheap and plenty of it!
A bad photo of the spit roast chicken.
Last night I fell asleep to the sweet sounds of Rammstein. On our way home from dinner tonight we discovered that our hotel is on top of a heavy metal club. I wondered why there were so many men with chains and mohawks hangin' around.
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