6/9/10: Lisbon, Portugal
Ah, Lisbon. (If you can’t tell, that was my way of starting a post that I have no idea how to start. I’ll admit that this is a bit of a departure for me, as it’s normally the endings I have trouble with.)
Having been sick and dying (read: mildly ill with a cold) the day before this, I really hadn’t gotten to see much of Lisbon the city. Luckily, I was in luck, because a) the cheap medicine Kevin so thoughtfully bought and forced down my throat actually worked, which means I woke up this morning cheerful and sore-throat-free and b) Kevin had forgotten to take his youth card to the castle yesterday, which meant we could go together today!
So we made our way through the narrow streets and up the hill to St. George’s Castle. We remembered our youth cards, so we did get in half price. Here’s where I’d like to tell you a little bit about the background of St. George’s Castle. But I can’t. Because I don’t know anything about it. What I can surmise though, is that no princess ever lived there. Because there were no ceilings in the castle, and you know what princesses hate more than anything else? A castle with no ceilings. It ruins their hair. And since it’s obvious that there weren’t ever any princesses there, this means I can also surmise that there weren’t ever any scary, fire-breathing, princess-guarding dragons there either. Which is a major bummer.
The castle had a bunch of tall walls that you could walk along, so we made a complete square, making sure to stop at every turret.
We also played a game that I made up, which I called, “The One Who Finds the Most Snails Wins.” That was a fun game. Which/Because (choose one) I won. Kevin claims I had an advantage because I was walking in front of him and could see the snails before he could. Can you believe this? Kevin beats me in every single competition that we have! AT LEAST LET ME HAVE SNAILS, DARN IT!
(Hey, do you remember at the beginning of this post where I said I usually have trouble with writing ends to posts? It’s happened again. Kevin wants to get this post uploaded to the blog, and I have been lying here for 10 minutes trying to think of a way to finish it, but all I really want to do is take a nap. So to make us both happy, I’ll tell him this post is finished and just succumb to my napping desire. This means this post has no real ending. Sorry about that. If it makes you feel better, it wouldn’t have been very good anyway.)
Picture of the Day: Lisbon is famous for its tiles.