PORTUGAL PART 1
Hello my darlings! Here's the first update from mine and Alex's holiday in Porto! Alex pretty much had to physically drag me out of the pool when we had to leave (both because I refused to leave but also because I had a little too much for breakfast and had to just float around since I could hardly move...)
Flying out went fine apart from a little incident at Stanstead airport. The Ryanair people caught me right at the gate, demanding that I weigh my bag again.
- It's 11 kg Miss. You're only allowed 10. Would you like to check in your bag for a fee of 35 pounds?
Hell no. There's something about Ryanair that just.... brings out the craziest anger in me.
- Well. I bought two pocket books, that's what takes me over. It can't count when I buy it in the tax free. That's ridiculous.
- It says on your boarding card that tax free shopping must...
- I've flewn with Ryanair for 5 years. I've never had this problem before. (Lie. I always have this problem. Once a woman tried to make me throw away my food. So I ate it in front of her to annoy her and said "well, now the weight's on me but that doesn't matter, does it?" Only to put a Vogue magazine inside my top and say "well I'm wearing it now, so...")
- Well, Miss. If you can fit your bag in the "test- model" we'll let you off. (Guy laughs) But I don't think it will.
- Oh, it fits!
I suddenly realize it doesn't fit at all. While pushing the bag down with my entire upper body weight Alex suddenly realizes that his girlfriend has gone borderline hysterical and gives the bag a discrete kick with his foot so it falls down. "Look, it fits!"
Only for me to have to ask Alex to pull it up because now, obviously, it's stuck.
FML.
Alex in my apartment before we left. He gets to wear what I call a baby- overall when he's at his work's innovation centre. Sexy. Onepieces are so in. Or..?
By the beach the first evening after crazy amounts of meat for dinner. You realize the crazyness of London prizes when you can get TWO steaks, drinks, fries, rice, salads and coffee for 11 Euro. I repeat, two dinners for 11 Euro.
My favourite part about the room: chocolates on the pillow. Me and Alex stole more from the trolley when it passed. Classy.
I got slightly excited about going down to the pool. After doing my "morning dances" to party rocker and beyonce songs I think Alex saw me more as a dog that needs to be walked so she calms down rather than an actual person...
We went to the beach to have lunch, and I (since I'm scared of pretty much everything you can possibly be scared of if I'm in that kind of mood) wanted to leave because I thought there was a tide. "What if we fall asleep and the Ocean washes us away because we don't wake up in time to see the tide?" "But we're not sleeping. We're eating. And the water's 10 metres away. Sit down." Damn it that's a good point.
We went to restaurant Tomate and had the best Pizza we've ever had in our lives. And as you all know, we've had a fair amount- we definitely know what we're talking about. Anyway, this is me when we got the Sangria.
Alex, who's just about to realize how amazing the pizza is.
Me during the last glass of Sangria... Oh and the Panacotta. Seriously. Massiva Pannacotta that tasted like heaven. For 3 Euro. And Alex's yummy crepe. Basically like heaven for two fatties like us.
We went to Porto, full of amazing views, parks, cafés, houses...
Naaaw! Look at us being a total snuggle- couple!
Alex was shocked when he realized I never tried candyfloss (is that what it's called in English? Well, the thing in the picture anyway...) so he insisted we'd get one.
Although I didn't exactly benefit from the purchase...
We went to Sandemann to learn how Port Wine is made...
Apparently a 1906 Vintage Bottle is 3000 Euro. Sounds reasonable. That's when you know you've made it. When you can buy a 1906 Vintage bottle and a Birkin bag. So you can carry the bottle in the bag and sip it whenever you like. Just like that.
We also got to do a wine tasting. It all started very good and composed. Alex is good at smelling the wine with both nostrils, one by one, shaking the glass in a fancy way etc.
And then there's me who has no idea what the f*ck I'm doing... But I did taste the almonds and chocolate like you were supposed to do. Sort of.
Anyway, it's not as if you can get drunk from a wine tasting. I thought. Turns out that you can.
Luckily Alex is a very patient man and led me back to the train station over a bridge and up about 150 steps (yes, seriously) without any accidents. Apart from when I saw a cat and thought it was a rat and tried to run back down the stairs. But what's life without some excitement???
Oh- about my handluggage. Apparently when Alex went to the gate he overheard some people talking about a "crazy blonde girl" that was "trying to kick her handluggage so that it'd fit into the test- box." It's always nice when people know who you are.
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