Yesterday we went to the Green (again) and did some more journal-writing. There was this super-adorable boxer there whose owner kept throwing a frisbee in the little mini-river in the Green, and every single time he did it, the boxer jumped in like it was the best thing ever. After maybe two tosses, the boxer brought the frisbee to this group of guys who were lying in the sun and shook all the water off onto them and then dropped the frisbee straight onto one of their shoes. This turned out to be a pattern - the dog would fetch the frisbee from the water and then drop it on someone's shoe and shake on them, then look at them expectantly. After the Green we went to the store, bought two screw-top bottles of chardonnay and put them in the water bladder of one of our packs. Bought our 'usual' lunch: loaf of ciabbatta, goat cheese, and salami, and drank our illicit wine and ate our lunch in the green, then watched the orchestra perform for a few hours while lounging in the sun.
After that we went and did laundry, just one load, and then decided that our tradition for our last night in each city would be to go to a bar and write our favorite things about that city over a few beers. Unfortunately we decided to do this on an empty stomach, dehydrated, and still feeling the effects of two bottles of wine. After 4 or 5 beers each we went back to the hostel, made frozen pizza for dinner (no gourmet for us!) and went to bed. Now it's 8:30 the next morning and I'm super hung over and feel like shit. Fantasticccccc. Why am I so smart?? Ugh. A few new pics to come today, then we travel to Barcelona tonight - 9 hours ahead, not 8.
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