There is just something about Lisboa Portugal that makes me like it so much. And to see if it's the country or the city that makes me skip my plans to see the rest of europe, I pack my bag and head down there once again, second time this year. This time to visit, not only Lisboa, but also Coimbra, in middle- and Porto in the north of Portugal.
It's the second night here and I'm back in my small room at Residente Leune. I've spent the day walking around Alfama - the old part of the city - and riding the tram rout nr 28 that takes you around lots of different places. The ride in these trams are often crowded and it goes thru old narrow streets and up and down steep hills. I stop by a large park where old men are sitting talking on small benches or famillys with small children feeds the pidgeons. A group of people do yoga among the green trees. A lovely tranquil place.
Right now they are showing one of Portugals national sports on tv - bullfight. Strange sport, first they let the bull chase a girl on a horce while she tries to poke it with a stick. And when they get tired of it a guy in a green elf hat stand in front of bull and as the, by now, pretty angry bull attacks, he tries grab it's head and to hold on while seven other guys jump on and tries to stop the whole thing before they all are smashed against the wall, whitch they do ofcourse. Very strange. But then I've seen strange sports home aswell... 22 grown men running around chasing a ball??
Better turn this of, have an early start tomorrow.
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