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VinylGuy wrote:Portugal is one of my favs places in Europe. Lisbon is gorgeous, full of things to do and fucking eat. Make sure you taste all the kinds of pasteles de nata as you can.

The Belem tower is a must, go to the castles in Sintra too. And see if you can spend time in Cascais too, beautiful place.

Spain? yeah Mallorca, Madrid, Barcelona are also musts.

dad wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:Portugal is one of my favs places in Europe. Lisbon is gorgeous, full of things to do and fucking eat. Make sure you taste all the kinds of pasteles de nata as you can.

The Belem tower is a must, go to the castles in Sintra too. And see if you can spend time in Cascais too, beautiful place.

Spain? yeah Mallorca, Madrid, Barcelona are also musts.

we're going to Lisbon at the end of May.

so stoked.

VinylGuy wrote:

dad wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:Portugal is one of my favs places in Europe. Lisbon is gorgeous, full of things to do and fucking eat. Make sure you taste all the kinds of pasteles de nata as you can.

The Belem tower is a must, go to the castles in Sintra too. And see if you can spend time in Cascais too, beautiful place.

Spain? yeah Mallorca, Madrid, Barcelona are also musts.

we're going to Lisbon at the end of May.

so stoked.

Also end of may is a wonderful moment to be there. If its hot enough, Cascais has a wonderful beach and its just an hour by train.

dimejinky99 wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:

dad wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:Portugal is one of my favs places in Europe. Lisbon is gorgeous, full of things to do and fucking eat. Make sure you taste all the kinds of pasteles de nata as you can.

The Belem tower is a must, go to the castles in Sintra too. And see if you can spend time in Cascais too, beautiful place.

Spain? yeah Mallorca, Madrid, Barcelona are also musts.

we're going to Lisbon at the end of May.

so stoked.

Also end of may is a wonderful moment to be there. If its hot enough, Cascais has a wonderful beach and its just an hour by train.

Pj played a wonderful show in Cascais in 96. Said to be the best of the tour.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Higgs wrote:What cities and towns do we absolutely have to see in Spain?

San Sebastian is pretty awesome. You can also spend a day in Bilbao for the Guggenheim.

bart wrote:Is Salt Lake City worth visiting?

bart wrote:Is Salt Lake City worth visiting?

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

bart wrote:Is Salt Lake City worth visiting?

Eh. Not really. We spent a few days there before and after the 2018 Missoula show. Lots of Mormon related tours and sites. There’s an IKEA

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

epilogue wrote:Think we're gonna head to NOLA next month. Never been and super excited about it.

wease wrote:

epilogue wrote:Think we're gonna head to NOLA next month. Never been and super excited about it.

You going to JazzFest?

tragabigzanda wrote:

epilogue wrote:Think we're gonna head to NOLA next month. Never been and super excited about it.

Not sure if this guy is still making drinks but you should go here and get a Ramos Gin Fizz: