I have to hold my breath when we walk past the chestnut roasting vendors. I cant stand the smell but the people eat these things like McDonalds French fries.
In the heart of Sintra, Anderson and I headed over there today via the train. We had just walked up to the Museu De Arte Moderna. Our guide book promised some Jackson Pollocks, Andy Warhols and Gilbert and George...All we got was an awesome display of Ghandi's life story and Amarita Sher-Gil which I am very happy to have been introduced to but I was pretty excited to see the previously mentioned artists in the guide book...So, I asked about them and the person at the ticket counter said "Oh, I know what you are looking for, they are not here anymore. They are gone now, they are somewhere else". Okay...
Moorish Castle on top of the hills. This area is amazing and hiking up to the top of the castle was worth the time and effort as the views were amazing!!!!!!
My knee scrapes are healing. I still get a lot of looks. Today there was a couple who walked by and their eyes widened and I watched them as they went past us and they did an open arm display as if they thought I got the scrapes from doing a swan dive down the blacktop road...They could actually be surprised that I was wearing a skirt. It is really cold out, high today was about 63 so I guess they have a good reason for concern for my skirt wearing knowledge.


