Today was our day of getting organised. Racheal and I granny-wheeled all our clothes down to the laundromat and then found the post office to send all my blankets and pottery home to NZ. In the afternoon we had a plate of delicious of fresh calamari and then sat in an outdoor cafe for several blissful hours, drinking lattes, people-watching and catching up on our diaries. We got talking to a lovely Portugese couple about Portugal, our next stop which I was psyched about.
One man we saw was a few sandwiches short of a picnic though. He came into the square, wearing a huge placard which said:
"I am Alan Mitchell, the adopted son of Marilyn Monroe and JFK. Harrassed, drugged up and isolated by the BBC. BBC are in Spain under false pretenses. I invite the BBC to deny these alegations. I invite the press to interview me and also invite a lawyer to represent me!" No kidding! This is word-for-word....total psyco.
Did a few hours on the internet and got a nice surprise - Sirena will fly out in two days time to meet me in Lagos so we can see Portugal and Greece together. Cool! I finally had a friend to play with!
Late dinner at Burger King - it just had to be done.
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