I leave for Barcelona tomorrow, and I'm not the least bit excited.
I love Lisbon, so much so that I am even considering studying here in a year or two. Unlike Madrid, I want to stay and stay and stay (I'm considering "accidentally" turning my alarm clock off.
Jokes aside, Lisbon was beautiful. I haven't written in a few days, and so much has happened. On Saturday Danny and I went to a market called "The Market of Thieves!" It was pouring rain, but Danny had to get a backpack with a kitten on it. His backpack has a little black kitten, with a bell on the collar. He thought the dread locked woman he bought it from said 13 euros, but it was in fact 30.
WHEN IN ROME.
The market sits on top of a hill a good tram ride away from where we are staying, and while we were waiting for the tram, we noticed there were billions of middle aged tourists waiting. We decided to put our cameras down, and go on a TRAM RACE. We gave the tram a head start up the hill, and we still beat it! Although, we had nothing to prove besides the 2.80 we saved. It all went toward the backpack I suppose.
On Sunday we relaxed, and oh was it nice. We wandered by the river and kicked pigeons. I did not actually kick a pigeon, but I tried very hard. I feel bad for the birds, but they are nothing compared to the Finch. The Finch is the best bird in the world, and here are my reasons for believing this.
1.They are really small.
2.They look like they are extremely fuzzy
3.They don't breed abnormally *I have seen far too many albino pigeons*
4.I'm fairly certain they can fit in the palm of my hand.
The hostel we're staying at is great. The staff is so helpful, and I believe they are my friends not to earn money, but I could be wrong. I don't think hostels offer commission.
Jual and Miguel, if you read this, I will miss you both entirely too much.
Miguel with his kitten merchandise and Jual with our wedding vows, I cannot fathom traveling without you. But I must-Le sigh.
The staff here loves to recommend lovely places to visit *I should not have bought a guide book.* In light of these suggestions, we ventured to Belem today, an area 15 minutes West of the city center. We ate "the best custard tarts in Lisboa!" Pasteis de belem really knows how to make a tart with heart-har har har.
I wish all of you in the states could experience a delicious custard tart. But you can't. So I will eat yours, thank you.
We also visited a museum of Modern Art in Belem, filled with paintings, building outlines, sculptures, and videos OF ONE MAN. There were a few other exhibitions, but Pancho Guedes was apparently the main attraction. I'm a fan! If I do in fact become an architect, I will build one of his many building outlines.
I have consumed the rest of my night with Seinfeld. Jual called Jerry a "Banana," which I guess means a nerd or something. If Jerry visited the museum with us earlier, this is what his joke would sound like:
So, What's the deal with modern art museums showing a 12 minute and 33 second video clip of garbage floating around? You think I wanna watch your garbage?Baaaaaaarceeeeloooooooonnnnaaa, is a great song by Rufus Wainwright, who I am hoping to see in Paris. Also, hey! wouldn't you know? It's the city I'm visiting next.
Wait for me Lisbon, it's not over yet. I promise I'll make it up to you. Don't take it personally.