Maza thought she was going somewhere.
Was it San Francisco?
No, it was Lisbon.
I squeezed my fatty sausage body using my fatty sausage fingers into a swimsuit for the first time in over a year and vowed to go on a diet.... just as soon as we got back from the land of yummy Portuguese food.
This was a five day training course to get our pasty white skin used to sun because in a few weeks we are going to Corsica. Normally David uses his vacation days to go to California during Thanksgiving, but every three years my Mom goes somewhere with her husbands side of the family, so for the first time since we moved here, we are doing the full blown two week French style summer holiday. Except it won't be in August because I like Paris in August, and in September all the kids will be back in school so we won't be swimming in a urine filled pool.
Both the pool
And the sea
WERE FREEZING COLD. Beautiful but too cold for my old ass to enjoy.
The streets were like a shiny slippery snake skin
I spent Friday while David was hopefully selling the shit out of his demo so he (we) will have to come back, walking around with André from What About Lisbon. My Paris Bitch Face melted off in a record four hours and the sun and breeze and friendly people made up for the hills. But those hills. Mon Dieu. My legs are still sore.
He got me into Reaction Lx - A student organization that brings together european design students. They cleaned up an old convent/women's prison that had been abandoned for decades and for two weeks it was a super cool commune.
That same night we signed up for a food tour with We Hate Tourism. It was only a little more expensive than what we were paying for a normal meal, and I thought it was worth it every penny. We learned the names of local food and got to taste every specialty of Portugal. (or at least most). It was also a super laid back local diner kind of restaurant, so I didn't feel self-conscious in my sweaty unshowered back pack wearing obvious tourist gear.
Our guide drove his van like a maniac to the outskirts of town for dinner and then back in for a tour of the night clubs, and kept us all laughing the whole night.
And last but not least we went to Palácio Nacional da Pena (Pena National Palace)
After a fews days in a busy city it was nice to be in a huge forest.
We wandered and got lost and eventually came upon this:
It was hard to leave, but my blue-tinged skin was slightly tan, and hopefully that means I won't immediately turn lobster red the second my foot hits the ground in Corsica.