So our first post on the blog was pretty tame, but, to be honest, that´s because we left out most of the story. So here goes....Sorry mom and dad. First, during our plane flight from Paris to Lisbon, we received no food or drink due to the fact that the French catering service was on strike. Go figure.
After visiting the Castello S. Jorge in Lisbon we went to a restaraunt in the Barillo Alto nieghborhood; where intellectuals supposively hang out and discuss the mysteries of the universe. After watching Blake pay for butter and bread that he thought was free, I proceeded to order a bottle of Portugese wine (one of my goals is to drink the native wine in each country since I took that wine tasting class this past semester) for me, Andrea, and the rest of the group. However, the rest of the group decides to pass on it and Andrea only drinks half a glass. Needless to say I was not in great shape.
After dinner we decide to go bar hopping and drink the night away with Sangria, the local specialty. We soon found ourselves at a dark techno bar where there were random dogs running around following anybody to the bathroom that went (Andrea can attest) - Solidifying the stereotype of the creepy Portugese. We proceed to talk about Aliens and homosexuality as any normal people would at 11 at night. The only interruption is that, in my mild attempt at revelry, I seem to be breaking glass after glass and spilling drinks all over the place. Apparently this is universally disliked in well reputed establishments. Thankfully the rest of the crew yanks me out of the bar before the bouncers get to me.
We then walk back to the Easy Hostel serenaded by ´I Love Alcohol´ (tune of I love rock ´n roll), where we proceed to ring the wrong door bell and yell for someone to let us in. Andrea then proceeds to rip the door off the locker that is supposed to keep our back packs safe from theft. And we make sufficient noise to ruin our neighbor´s (a Brazillian by the name of Paolo) attempt at hooking up. Probably a good thing for him in the long run from a disease standpoint. A good first night in Europe in all!
After visiting the Castello S. Jorge in Lisbon we went to a restaraunt in the Barillo Alto nieghborhood; where intellectuals supposively hang out and discuss the mysteries of the universe. After watching Blake pay for butter and bread that he thought was free, I proceeded to order a bottle of Portugese wine (one of my goals is to drink the native wine in each country since I took that wine tasting class this past semester) for me, Andrea, and the rest of the group. However, the rest of the group decides to pass on it and Andrea only drinks half a glass. Needless to say I was not in great shape.
After dinner we decide to go bar hopping and drink the night away with Sangria, the local specialty. We soon found ourselves at a dark techno bar where there were random dogs running around following anybody to the bathroom that went (Andrea can attest) - Solidifying the stereotype of the creepy Portugese. We proceed to talk about Aliens and homosexuality as any normal people would at 11 at night. The only interruption is that, in my mild attempt at revelry, I seem to be breaking glass after glass and spilling drinks all over the place. Apparently this is universally disliked in well reputed establishments. Thankfully the rest of the crew yanks me out of the bar before the bouncers get to me.
We then walk back to the Easy Hostel serenaded by ´I Love Alcohol´ (tune of I love rock ´n roll), where we proceed to ring the wrong door bell and yell for someone to let us in. Andrea then proceeds to rip the door off the locker that is supposed to keep our back packs safe from theft. And we make sufficient noise to ruin our neighbor´s (a Brazillian by the name of Paolo) attempt at hooking up. Probably a good thing for him in the long run from a disease standpoint. A good first night in Europe in all!
posted by Justin at 5/12/2006 06:12:00 PM
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