Portugal pt.4

Sometimes I like to edit my posts, this is not what I'm doing with the Portugal trip.  This is pretty much raw but with spell check, so maybe like stir fried, and the reason that joke will stay in there is because I won't read this again.  I put on a slight filter a puke my thoughts onto the page, so the you will not see the big ugly chuncks but pretty much everything else, good and bad.  Maybe it is not my best work, but it has to be decent practice, and I still have a lot more to tell.  So moving right along, again.

Before breakfast a group of us head out to the beach to stand in the ocean and draw pictures in the sand, pictures that represent what America and our group was all about, and I'm proud to say that we drew exactly zero penises.  Although judgeing from the desks in school classrooms the Spainards have the same sense of art we do.  So after leaving messages in the sand we are again herded onto the bus for what is sure to be another couple hours spent doing nothing but... wait, we're here?  After a grueling ten minutes of travel we arrive in Lisboa.  Unload bags, choose rooms, return to bus, and off on a tour of Lisboa.  The guide was unremarkable, therfore I won't remark on her except in parenthsis (she sucked).  So in the interest of time I will skip ahead to the next day when a few other brave explores and myself dove face first into the rainbow orgy that is downtown Lisboa during Carnival.  After a enjoying a view of the Atlantic from a picturesque port we were distracted by the one thing even more interesting to teenagers than shiny objects.  Loud noises.  A parade made up of brass and drum bands, men dressed as women, and humans made up like zombies (and maybe some vampires that are allowed to sparkle safely once a year in public on a day of unadulterated flamboyance).   Also there was a woman who had enough confetti and streamers to choke an elephant.  That might seem like a strange metaphor unless you had met the woman, but I know that if the lady was in the sarengeti, armed only with colored and torn paper, she would try her hardest to shove it down the nearest pacaderms throat.  She was crazy and as we figured out later, not actually associated with the festival.  Just an older woman with access to party decorations and alcohol. 

She aimed for the mouth

She barely missed the mouth that time

I cannot tell you how long we wandered around downtown, because after five minutes my sense of time melted from over exposure to pure insanity and awesomeness. 
The next day was spent in two towns named Cascai and Estorial.  Not only do the names sound like they were taken from Final Fantasy but the communities themselves looked like they were the type of paradise only available in video games, or possibly, Inception style dreams.  First we visited Estorial, it is a town built on mountain sides, in the middle of a jungle, full of people speaking a foreign language.  It's as if settlers were heading to the coast, eager for a nice beach view, and just gave up, 'Fuck it, I like the mountains better anyways,' is what I imagine them saying.  Because really there would be no other reason to inhabit the area other than its beauty, so maybe the origional settlers were just super powered future watchers and could see the amazing industry tourism would turn into.  In which case I take back what I said about them earlier, no need to piss off time travelers.  In typical responsible adult fashion once off the bus we scatter in all directions getting semi-lost and fearing that we may actually be left behind.  Haha, just kidding, we sort of hoped we would be left behind.  I climbed one of the mountains with a couple friends in search of a castle because.  Just because. 
The second city was sea side and beautiful, but the best part had to be when we drove up a mountain and got a high view of the ocean and far off city.  The top of the cliff was a maze of eroded rock for the cautious ones to try and squeeze between and for the ninjas to jump across.  The scene was amazing until about ten people got completely covered in salt water by a wave that crashed all the way up the cliff side, then it was hilarious until it started raining, and I got wet, then it was uncool.  So with our newly soaked clothing the group returned to Lisboa.  It was the last night we spent there, good thing too, after four nights in Portugal we had seen pretty much everything the nation had to offer.  Time to check that off my list of countries to experience.

P.S didn't even spellcheck this one, how obvious is it