It is 11 pm here in Lisbon, and Cutter and I have had a great day of exploring. As we were leaving our hostel to walk the city, we ran into a friend we had made as we were checking in earlier named Chris, a 22 year old black student from NY. He joined us as we looked for a bank, and having exchanged some of our travellers checks at a local square, we spent the next couple hours aimlessly wandering the bustling streets. The cobblestone walkways wound from squar...

So after jumping from KÇI to Chicago, Chicago to Newark, and Newark to Lisbon, we finally made it into Portugal at 6 in the morning. It was a beautiful sunrise over the local hills, creating a sunny 70 degree day. We hopped a bus through the sprawling city to the old town square on the coast, where we promptly got lost looking for our hostel. After a fun 20 minutes of asking around, we found it in a renovated apartment building, and after brushing and washing...