Day 3: Lisbon. Trying hard to look on the bright side of life.

mi portugese is SUPREMELY nonexistent. though i can read and understand.

my bag. still lost.

Lisbon. BEAUTIFUL.

my hostel. AWESOME.

my hostel owner...effing hot. AND...wait for it... NOT older than 30. lol. You can now breathe a sigh of relief (Candice, Christina, Basilly, etc.)



So Iºm just praying and looking at the bright side. That I didnºt have to lug around a 16kilo bag.
Now I know iºm a minimalist when it comes to travel packing, but jeez. Some ammenities are just necessary. ie. flip flops.


Ah well, will drown my sorrows away with Port wine on the sandy beaches tomorrow under the wonderful hot 85degree sun.

wish me luck.



...if i can take home Joe, the hostel owner, i would.