euro 2009

I finally arrived in Portugal, ahead of my prediction and glad I did, itr was beautiful in Lisbon. The culture, history and landscape is so historical and beautiful. I Met some amazing people including the belgians and my amazing CS host Nanda. I had the opportunity to hango ut with locals at a traditional dance night and music, one which luckily I didnt partake in as I may have not been welcomed back to portugal again as my dancing is not exactly what you call what I do... Its more like the loser 2 lefdt feet shuffle... Popular in most small towns and sports bars with people over hte age of 40 and given up on caring what they look like to themselves andd others... Yeah that describes my technique in a nutshell.
It was a great night though and thankfully they had beer there so I made up for the lack of participation by keeping the barperson busy.

I spent most of my days in Lisbon wlaking the streets getting lost and trying to imagine life here in various stages of history. I know, what your thinking, but its actually enjoyable.. well at least to me it is. You feel when you stand infront a 700 year old monument, very insignificant to anything.. How many other tourists visited this same spot, and why is it significant now, what was it like in the hay day of this area. Europe is like this, where you can forget where you are and invision being a part of this society in its past form.

The places to eat and the things to see in portugal are unique to portugal, and it has a nice flavor about culture. Compared with the likes of spainish culture I have found.. the portugese are a little more outgoing and dont mind if a tourist trys to hang out with them for the day... But all in all enough of the poetic dribble i have just delt you with as I am trying to impress with my lack of knowledge for creative writings, Portugal is worth the time, and defiently worth the extra it costs to get there. But my time was shoort and I was having to then make my way to morocco via seville. Easier said than done, I can assure you. 8 hours later I arrive in seville in the dark and it was once again like every other time on this trip a mission to find my hostel.. I really should invest in a GPS system, but in some ways its nice when you get lost, because you feel like you discover knew things you may not have seen otherwise. Just not soo great when you are tired and carrying 30kgs of junk around. AKA my life... Seville was a short stay, but definely a worthy stay. Gave me a nice intro into the life of mid southern spain and its kind of archetecture which like most spainish places I have visited is much the same. But it was nice to see and I have to say seville is one of the cleanest cities I have ever seen. Much like Vienna if I was to compare another euro city... They bascially have street cleaners working 24/7. But the architecture is so well preserved in Seville that its almost too good and you forget that some of the buildings are actually relaly old. I felt it kind of detracts from the character, but it was a very nice city to visit. I recommend heading there if so just for a couple of days, and you can see bascially what you need to see there. But the next mission was to get to Morocco.. I wanted to stay in seville for about 3 days but the flights to marrakech would not allow that. I had to either leave after 2 days or 5 days so i couldnt afford 5 days in a city like seville.. although great.. its a seen once kinda place.. I had to have a change from europe and get to the great unknown of Morocco and face my new nemisis of entering the last great continent on my agenda... I panic all the time, but I think i rushed this one for a good reason.. 129 euros later, I booked my flight 6 hours before I flew to marrakech and just went with it... It was that or stay in seville on the euro for 3 more days and be over it and less time in morocco... So my little voice in my head said.. just do it... So i booked the flight and headed the very next morning to marrakech. LOOK OUT AFRICA...