Only a couple of days after I got home I opened my e-mail and saw that two days later (today) I would be taking another plane. I just arrived to Lisbon. To make a change in my tour, it has been raining recently, the streets are wet and it’s still raining under the trees. It is difficult to assume that I have crossed a border: no-one checked my passport upon arrival, there are advertisements of El Corte Inglés all over the place, and I had the right change in my purse to pay the bus, no currency exchange, no fees or trouble.
Sometimes I have the feeling my life is a bad joke… 
PS: I know it’s not really fair that the Spanish blog is two posts ahead, but maybe you can deal with crappy google translator while I find the time to write them again in English?
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