Wine and nights out in Lisboa
Apr 02, 2012
Jun 04, 2012
Last night we decided that we would all join Joe and Giles at the Wine and Fish Fair they had heard about - Peixe Aem Lisbon. We met in the lobby around 11:30am, a bit slow moving and hung over from the night before. We got over it fast, once at the fair, spending around 4 hours camped out at a table in the sunshine, tasting the various foods and wines they had to offer. We purchased several bottles of wine, which we polished off before we even left the fair. Having only snacked throughout the day, we decided that food would be a good idea and went to a place Joe and Giles had discovered for a hamburger. It was a round patty on an oval bun, and yummy nonetheless. Back at the hostel, Joe, Kiwi and I hung out in the living room while everyone else retreated for a nap. We took turns giving each other back rubs on the red chaise lounge. I’m sure it was quite the scene for the newbies checking into our hostel. Everybody dozed off and I decided to treat myself to a pedicure at a place across the street. I spoke zero Portuguese and they spoke zero English, but we managed and my toes left refreshed. Back at the hostel, I found Joe where I left him, asleep on the couch, and Giles was there reading. We woke up a sleeping Joe (who was cuddling with Giles sweater... they are quite close) and played cards, ate dinner at the hostel with Antonio and the crew, and then headed out for a night on the town with Denver Joe. DJ (Denver Joe) took us to several areas over the course of the night, including Bario Alto, Bica and Caisdo Sodre. The best part about going out in Lisbon, aside from the fact that the city never sleeps, is that you can drink on the streets. So you take the party to the streets when transitioning from one bar to the next with drink in hand. We all managed to get sufficiently inebriated. Joe spilled beer all over me and I kept making him feel guilty just so I could here him apologize profusely in his British accent. Eventually we found ourselves back at the hostel, in search of food and a place to collapse. We came to a quick and general consensus that spreading out on the kitchen floor and eating the bread we found on the counter (left from our dinner hours before) was what needed to happen. Luckily, Joe and I had wandered off at the Wine and Fish fair and randomly bought a big hunk of dried chorizo. It accompanied the stale bread and the kitchen floor well. I can’t close this entry without noting Kiwi’s ability to silently and gracefully throw up in kitchen bins. The only reaction we could all muster up once we realized her silent spewing was admiration mixed with a little disgust and lack of understanding, since the bathroom was 10 feet away. We stayed on the floor of the kitchen until dawn was approaching before finally giving in to sleep. Julia had to catch an early flight, so she had missed out on all of the evening’s festivities. However, she was leaving as I was going to bed so we got to say goodbye after all. Just another night in Lisbon...
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