anthony, phil and i decided to go to sintra on my last day in lisbon. and this place was unbelievably magical- and only a 30 min. train ride outside of the city. (at this point, i have yet to experience a cooperative train experience- and they will get worse. trains have a blog of their own. unfortunately, i´m still collecting data in this area.) so we will begin with the scariest bus ride of my life. a little nauseous. a lot dizzy. there´s a picture of me floating around somewhere with my eyes closed, sitting on my hands, and breathing heavily. think taxis in mexico on crack. straight uphill with turns so tight the bus had to reverse down them to make a sharper turn. then there was some smack talk with anthony to an old man. (more importantly, a line cutter.) imagine the shock when he turned around, and with an obvious northern irish accent, he says ¨yea he´s right here. and he speaks english, too!!¨ dang! (anthony and the man ran into each other in the men´s room later... anthony felt hands on his shoulders... yada yada yada, they´re cool now.)
sintra is home of some beautiful castles. we chose the park and palace of pena. it was beautiful. but because we´re cheap we decided to hike up a hill to look at the castle instead of go inside of it.
followed by: high altitude ass kicking #1.
we hiked up a mountain. some call it a hill, i beg to differ. (oh, and don´t talk to me when i´m walking up a mountain.)
as you can see, it was the best idea ever!!
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