Grab your woman, drink some wine
Not seeing your best friend for almost one year can cause inadequate behavior, hyperactivity and unexplainable mood changes. So no wonder that when my plane was landing in Porto i wanted to scream, laugh and burst into tears all at once. Hopping of one tram to another and trying to read and remember names like Sao Bento or Batalha was even harder, because i knew this is we are finally gonna see each other. Both homeless, first time in Porto we drag my luggage to find a decent place to stay. Done. Next stop is Port wine and another bottle Le brought from Lisbon. So here we go - embankment - abandoned buidings - chapels - happy trashy photos - local cuisine - more wine - stupid local lottery - hostel. These flashbacks now seem short torn and incomplete due to overexcitement and amount of drank local pride. As we got everything we could from this place as it seemed, we moved on to another destination. Which was portugese student capital Coimbra. About that in a while.
