Day 3: An Abortion Resulting From A Hideous Incest
Saturday November 22, I awoke in our hostal Lisbon Portugal. I was sharing the room with Katherine and Morena Jill. However, I was a gentlemen and turned away everytime they changed so I would not have to see Morena Jill’s unshaven legs. We took to the street at about 10 and began walking down the massive hill towards the city center. There I was blown away by the beautiful 18th and 19th century architecture. I was especially impressed by the the Train Station which had half of the building cut away to reveal a rainforrest inside the building but still open to the massive plaza that dominates the political center of Lisbon. Take that Rainforest Café! I should have realized what was ahead when while we were making our way to the city’s castle, the girls became hungry.
Thus at this point, our day took the first of many tangents. It was time to eat toast (nothing special simply toasted white bread). Come hell or highwater we were going to eat toast and there wasn’t a damn thing anybody could do to derail the eatin’-train. After wasting a good chunk of the morning we started making our way to the castle which was clearly marked on the map and clearly visible from the valley that makes up the city center. I led the way. However, every fifty feet I was stopped by somebody asking “Is this the right way? I don’t think this is the right way. We are going this way but the castle is up there.”
It was early and I was just happy to be in Europe and not listening to poor people whine about how they need more freebies because they are incompetent and incapable and etc. I replied confidently to the girls, “Ahead there’s a road that snakes around the hill to the front of the castle, unless you wanna climb up the cliff and the 50 ft wall it’s easier to go this way.” But they weren’t buying this.
The whole way there we had to stop at every intersection and once again question, which way is the castle. Finally we made our way up there. The view was beautiful and after a good look around I realized that it was almost identical to the rundown castle from the beginning of “The Princess Bride.” The kids got to take some pictures while I got to go tearing around on the castle walls climbing up every tower whether I was supposed to or not. While I was doing this, Katherine was discovering how wonderful it felt to straddle the VERY cold cannons that face out over the harbor (“It makes my crotch so cold”). I’m not sure who had the better time.
After this we wandered down to explore some old churches. But wouldn’t you know it, the kids were hungry again! So we found this delightful restaurant. After we ordered, they brought us a horrible meat and cheese plate that we even didn’t order and it cost us 15 euros! We were pretty pissed about that. The girls decided they would play it cheap and safe and order the chicken. Of course the three of them ended up getting a massive plate of chicken knuckles and beaks. On the other hand, I knew that spanish food sucked so I wouldn't risk it in Portugal either. I figured I would spend the extra money to get the steak. I was well rewarded with one of the best steaks I have ever eaten. It was a good size chunk of meat cooked in a delicate wine sauce. It was so good, I wish I was eating it right now. MMMMmmmm.
After lunch we took to the street again. And after another lengthy debate/nag session it was decided that we were going for a 30 minute tram ride to see some muslim light house. On the train Jose and I were the only ones that bought tickets. The rest rode for free. Sure I could have gotten away with it. But after Italy I know never to ride without a ticket on public transportation because there’s nothing Europeans love more than having Gli Americani busted for freeloading.
The lighthouse itself was pretty cool but because of all the time we had pissed away eating and bickering, it had been closed for 30 minutes by the time we got there. So some of the kids ran off and got icecream while I chilled with Morena Jill and watched the sunset (that’s where I got that great picture with the sailboat).
Eventually Jill and I wandered back to find the kids. They were ready to roll. But before we took off I wanted to use the bathroom. Well the icecream shop only had a pay toilet. This threw me into a fit of rage. I yelled at the bathroom attendant and stormed off muttering about “charging for basic human rights and do you actually wonder why people urinate and defecate in the street.” I came out of the building to face some strange looks from Katherine and the gang, to which I simply replied, “Cocksuckers had a pay toilet! I’m goin’ ‘round back!” So I found a nice spot between the building and a van and watered the parking lot of the icecream store. That showed them. Tondar 1 Europe 0
It was dark now so we headed back to the center of town. It was a real chore trying to wander up the central boulevard past numerous shops and street performers with the girls stopping every 10 feet to say “Wow, that’s so cool. I want one of those.” My personal highlight was the fire dancer that had burns over much of his body and a charred t-shirt. Oh! Somebody needs to find a new profession! Suddenly, like a steel to a magnet the girls were eventually drawn to this “great store” called H&M. There they went on an hour long shopping spree, while Tondar wandered around completely board. Now don’t get me wrong, I love Euro clothes. However, H&M carries all the hippest fashions from Italy 2002. Since I was living in Florence, Italy at that time, I didn’t need anything. The only highlight was a t-shirt that said Dearborn Heights. Yeah, weird.
After an hour, everybody joined me in being ready to leave after they had all dropped 100 euros on clothes. We wandered a bit before finding ourselves in a shopping mall. Here we wasted another hour. Katherine bought her infamous AIDS keychain while Jose Manuel and I wandered around checking out the electronics. There was nothing exciting and it was all overpriced compared to the states. But afterwards, it was of course time to eat, AGAIN. So we went to the food court and after inspecting everything we just about went to eat at the buffet. However, at this point I actually put my foot down. And said, “I don’t want eat a buffet. I’m not even hungry after that steak I had for lunch. Mmmm, it was ssoooo good.”
To which, one of the Jill’s replied “It’s not always about what YOU want to do.”
Now I had kept my mouth shut through toast, bickering, misdirection, lunch, more bickering, and ice cream. But now I had to take into account what OTHERS wanted to do! Screw that! Well, I let them have it at this point... “All day long we’ve wasted time eating, and doing things you wanted to do. When is it time to do what I want to do. Now I’m not pissing away money on a buffet dinner when I’m not even hungry!” Everyone now realized Tondar meant business, so we comprimised and went and had Chinese food like nobody wanted. I still wasn’t happy about it. But since the entire day had been an abortion anyways, I went along and did what the desires of the nag-patrol.
After dinner, we of course had to have one more fight on which way to get back to our hostal. Since neither Jill knew their way around the medieval neighborhoods they decided it was best to go Tondar’s way. Luckily they could feel justified in this since they wasted 20 more minutes bickering. We then made our way up the hill. But just before we returned to the hostal I turned the tables on the kids and insisted they were going the wrong way. I threw a fit and just as I had convinced them they were going the wrong way, I turned and started heading down the right road saying. "See, it sucks when somebody keeps trying to convince you to go the wrong way." They called me an asshole and at that moment I could only smile and laugh because yes, I was being an asshole.
Back at the hostal, Morena Jill passed out immediately in bed. Poor thing, she was plum-tuckered out. Rubia Jill then had to tell us how she was going to bed and that Jose Manuel would have to suck it up since he was not going to be getting anything even close to action. With that, Ole Tondar brushed the teeffs and climbed into bed. It was a rough day. Now I know I'm not the best person to travel with, but this day will certainly go down in history as an untondarrific day. An abortion of an incest indeed.
