Tuesday, December 27, 2005


Braga. Last time I was here I came hunting for the sun with the moon. This time they tell me it has something to do with a shooting star.

Whatever the ephemeral alibi, it is the North of Portugal, so you have little choice but to eat 'till you burst and drink 'till you fall. I also got to read 'till I slept, quite cozy, with a fireplace at my feet and a young lady improbably called chiquita on my lap. She was a bit too young for me, but I wasn't complaining. Also, she didn't shave her legs, so I guessed she was either french or a leftie. Again, that was fine by me either way. Ok, ok, her picture will go up on the next post, you perverts :)

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