Sevilla/Lagos…
So I havent written in a while and it sure is starting to get fuzzy. I must say I will have to keep up with this more I have just been having too much damn fun. Well we woke up very early to get on the bus. I was a little hungover but an advil can cure anything. We waited for the bus in the beautiful Plaza de Espana. Breathtaking. HOW breathing taking you ask well I was informed Speilberg shot a part of Star Wars here. Certified beautiful. The cermaics that still glisten under hundred degree sun. The deep jewel tones left over from the Moors. Yeah beautfiul alright. There seemed to be a bunch of tourist but still I felt comfortable. We were met by 30 girls some that were nice and some that were filled with fluff. Karina’s job should’nt be called a job the same way a sex addict shouldn’t be called a prositute. Pretty unfair and down right wonderful. She starts by taking count and greeting everyone one. Did someone call a break time, yeah she is sleeping wonderful. I want her job. I need her job. Well after hearing for hours about the proper way to spend Daddy’s money we got to the beautiful Lagos. We pulled in and even though I have seen tons of pictures and thought I would be completly jaded I was still awe struck. Mountains that looked as though they had been taken from the Grand Canyon were sitting right there and the more I looked the more mountains jutting straight out of the ocean. Stuco white buildings reminded me of Myknos but with a more authetic feel. We walked to the world famous Rising Cock we were greeted by the equally famous Mama. Now she was exactly what I imagined. Warmth. Total warmth. And she really looks at you not glances but looks at you. The cock is what everyone would imagine it to be… themed rooms..tile work…and the branding, design, and mural work like out of a top design firm. (The girl who does the design is an Aussie has a raveling hostel book A+ for travelers). THe hostel was filled with accents and we found refugee in the back Guest house. Beige and purple rooms that we now shared with our new New Mexico friends Meaghan and Craig (celebrity couple name Craigen). Great people looking for a great time. We got along famously. We pulled our hungover/3 hour of sleep selves together and walked up a very hiugh hill to a beach and walked down a very steep staircase to the sand. Their are steps carved in the side of the mountains. The sand was young but the enclosures were inviting. Small beaches that fit 50 people max and comfortable 25. Caves that connected beach to beach sometimes inaccesable during high tide. Rings of green, turqouise, blue. We sat on the beach ate lays and called it a day. We walked back home and enjoyed the second warm greeting. we got prepared for our very first meal at Nah Nah Bah, the rising cock restaurant. The rasta inspired restaurant has no effect on the food. From Pasta to Kebab to mozz sticks you will act as though you hve never had any of them before. We sat with some of the kids from the tour and they told us where they were from. Texas. Mostly Texas. One girl from Long Island. They were fun. We proceede to leave and enter Australia or atleast thats what I assumed happened. We were greeted by the Kiwis, the Australians, the Americans, not a Portugese in sight. Excpet- for maybe the drivers who tap your bum if you dont move out of the street, they mean business. We went to a couple of bars, got a bot wasted, and had an overall good time, communicating in drunkness…And then I woke up. Hungover. Very Hungover. two hours of sleep and a 3 hour sailing trip a head of me. Tyenol. Walk. Busride. Sangria. Thank god for Sangria. Bottomless Sangria. Woke me back up again just in time for small boat ride through the caves. With the apperance of uplighting he caves looked as though they were carefuly postioned and lit but no it was just nature. I still cant get over it. A day at the Beach bar, a little sand storm and back to the cock we go. Lemon drops, Blue Hawaians, Landing Strips, Super Bock, Super Bock, Vodka Tonic, SAMBA!! Live Samba band at the Grand Cafe. We Danced danced like it was carnival. I learned how to balance a pint in between my fore finger and thumb from some Germans and put Sara to sleep on a couch. I accomplished a lot that night. 2 Hours, awake, smeared make-up , remembering Virna’s fall, long chats under mosqito nets, and to town we go. I went to church in a swimsuit and a coverup. It was beautiful. Large drop set murals. Odeon Burger, Magnets, Sellos, Buhbye Mama, Supercock shirts, Getting on the bus after a foot dip in the pool and we were on our way back to Sevilla like it was all a dream
