one of many great days

Going back to Lisbon for a sec, told ya I had more pictures to come!

Stupidly fun day let me tell you. 

You've met Mr.G already and let's just say that we always spark some fuss when we're together, whether it's bursting into a police station like the end of the world is coming and falling on the floor in front of five officers just to ask them where the nearest train station is, talking too loud on buses, or even going to random -expensive- hotels to sneak into pools. Trust me, that probably sounded more illegal than it really is. 

Anyway, this little guy is completely nuts, that's obviously why we get along. He's the kind of friend that falls with you (and I don't mean that in the metaphorical, sentimental Miley Cyrus way, I mean like really falling on paved ground -worst thing to fall on by the way- in the middle of the street.) It was the kind of falling where I ended up with a foot on my face and him, with his glasses put on backwards. 

We get up, we get up. With the help of tourists. And fall back down again. Probably after wow-ing everyone with an improvised tango.

See that champagne glass? Got it for free my friends. We just have that special charm.

We went down a street where some guy was getting rid of a billion plastic flowers, so of course, we jumped right in thinking "oh this will make a nice gift for our moms!". Kidding. We just jumped in.

{all pictures are Mr.G's}