Europhile: C'est ma vie!

Commie Cafes in Lisbon.

When you leave Prague in the middle of winter to come to Portugal, there are a few things you plan on leaving behind. One is the snow. Another is good beer. I’m not sure what the third thing is, but it’s not commie cafés, because these don’t really exist in Prague.

Let me tell you, like things that just seem to crop up in strange places for no reason – like Boston’s ‘r’s end up in Texas and the left pair of most of my pairs of socks ends up somewhere I’ve not yet located – Lisbon has an inordinate number of the most plain-looking, cafeteria style, characterless cafés I’ve ever seen.

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Portugal – Land of Parakeets and Gigantic Panties.

Have you ever wondered what you would hang outside of your window if the weather was sunny all the time and you wanted to take advantage of it? I have. I’ve always thought I’d hang a flag, or maybe something nice like a flower arrangement, but more likely is my camping equipment. But if Portugal is any indication, then outside is the proper place to hang only your extra-extra large undergarmets. And your parakeet.

Poor birds.

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