Bicaense

My last chance to spend more than a few weeks out of the country. Four months living in Lisbon, Portugal in a neighborhood called Bica.

20 September 2011

Ok fine.

Wait, there is actually something worse than regular party noise coming from my neighbor's apartment. It is the repeated blasting of "I believe" by Blessed Union of Souls for the past hour.

I give up. Return to yelling out the window.
Posted by K. Anderson at 8:18 PM

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  • ▼  2011 (28)
    • ►  October (5)
      • Soup of the day
      • Faulty clothespin
      • Butcher
      • Evora
      • Tearful goodbyes at the bus station
    • ▼  September (23)
      • Law and Literature
      • Inappropriate-ish
      • Goooooooooaaaaal!
      • Not breaking the fourth wall--for once
      • Ok fine.
      • Ignore the French?
      • Pleasant Commute
      • Everything is relative.
      • Fingers crossed for the mail service
      • School starts
      • Don't encourage them!
      • Orientation
      • The actual Bicaense
      • SilĂȘncio!
      • More Fado, More Silence
      • Lukewarm
      • Goat recipies
      • Winning at mutual friends
      • Blending in?
      • Young riders
      • Quick! Hostel tours!
      • Sintra tour
      • Travessa do Cabral

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