i don´t even know how to explain the rest of the evening. drinking beer in glass bottles, on the street, at 3am. (not me.) drinking whiskey out of a clear glass cup on the bus full of cops. (not me, either.) i have no idea where we were, some kind of warehouse filled with many different rooms and a different party in each one. 6 stories high with different electronic dance parties in the hallways of every floor. there were tents outside with dub-step booming from everyone of them, people everywhere drinking in alley ways. at 4am phil and i look at eachother with the same look of despair in our faces. we´re so not european enough for this. gladly, we ditch the group and head for bed.
lesson #2- always bring the address and a map of your hostel with you when you go out at night.
and now for the mistake-
i woke up the next morning and saw my foot. it was covered with a red shiny goo like substance. almost like a bloody puss. it was so gross. did i cut my foot!? am i losing a toe nail? i didn´t fall... and nothing hurts... oh wait... my stomache does... ohhh NOOO!!!!!!! what was i thinking?! similar to a 2am taco bell run in texas (which is a good idea at the time, but is a death wish for the next morning) is a hot dog (off the street) in lisbon. i wanted an experience, so i got mine with everything. the goo on my foot was ketchup and mayo. (nasty.) thank god for tumms.

ERIN! I love your blog and hope you're having the time of your life! (it seems like you are!) totally jealous!!!! love you and be safe! keep up with the posts! they make my day every morning!
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