tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673142.post4106907398466508585..comments2023-05-12T05:30:48.238-04:00Comments on Cultural Cuisinart: Belated BufBloPoFo Day 9 postMad Typisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03938247139643974334noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673142.post-48292017269577248882009-03-24T16:14:00.000-04:002009-03-24T16:14:00.000-04:00Hell yeah, send me that trip journal!Hell yeah, send me that trip journal!Mad Typisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03938247139643974334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673142.post-6544044571866764412009-03-23T22:24:00.000-04:002009-03-23T22:24:00.000-04:00Oh my gosh, I forgot about that -- they were all e...Oh my gosh, I forgot about that -- they were all elderly! -- but it's one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life.<BR/><BR/>Would you be interested in copies of the trip journal? I've got about 7 weeks of time on my hands.solarpowerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02974321926426768382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673142.post-51929595027176948012009-03-23T11:56:00.000-04:002009-03-23T11:56:00.000-04:00Heh, yeah, definitely more awesome stuff I failed ...Heh, yeah, definitely more awesome stuff I failed to include in the original post. <BR/><BR/>We believe the Belgian girls wanted us to translate from English to Spanish for them. We were trying to buy snacks at the border, while we waited for the next bus to show up.<BR/><BR/>Ah, the bed debacle... I had forgotten that. Hilarious and awkward.<BR/><BR/>Also, I remember the first day in Lisbon we stumbled across a bizarre group exercise festival, where everyone was hanging out doing calisthenics.Mad Typisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03938247139643974334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673142.post-55167330131588010742009-03-23T10:54:00.000-04:002009-03-23T10:54:00.000-04:00Woooooooooooo!Other awesome stories from that trip...Woooooooooooo!<BR/><BR/>Other awesome stories from that trip:<BR/>-Getting mysteriously kicked off the bus at the Spain/Portugal border. Either we were translating Spanish for the Belgian girls, or they were translating Portuguese for us, I can't remember--too panicked.<BR/>-The guy we met on the street who was obsessed with feet, and how large (height-wise) American women are. "Why do you come here and make us feel small?!?!"<BR/>-The bed debacle in Evora.<BR/>-The wrangling with the bitchy waitress in the mall over the bill for the pizza, and then the sangria. We won.solarpowerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02974321926426768382noreply@blogger.com