Voilà! Le portrait sans retouche.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you’re sitting quietly in a public place, nice weather, everything’s calm as you’re watching people go by and one special person crosses your field-of-vision and you softly think to yourself WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING.

It’s a pretty good feeling when you’re on vacation to some foreign country and you finally manage to get a stable Internet connection— not that foreign countries have unstable Internet, but when you’re at the mercy of “free” wi-fi, it can get pretty tricky.

Currently, as I’m thumbing this post out, I’m on a bus ride back to my hotel in Lisbon (that’s in Portugal). We decided to head out early after hotel-breakfast and catch a bus to this town called Fatima. It’s this small town where A LOT of people believe the Virgin Mary appeared to three shepherd children many years ago. It’s a big pilgrimage spot and, while my faith is dubious at best, my mom had some personal petitions, so we went. It was SUPER crowded; apparently, tomorrow’s the day of… the virgin… or something, there were pilgrims that had set up tents and were camping out there waiting for tomorrow.
There was religious fervor all over the place. People crawling on their knees around the church, and I do mean that literally. There was even one guy crawling around on his stomach. It was… an experience.

Well, once we threw our candles into the giant candle-throwin’ pyre (you throw a candle into the pyre, a petition to the Virgin in your head), we waded through the immense crowd of crying women and crawling faithful and found our way back to the bus, and here we are.

I’ve been wanting to write about my trip for a while but the only place with stable Internet has been our hotel and I always get back to that so tired.

I was in London earlier this week, but I don’t want to blow up your dashboards more than I already am.

THE END.
I hope y’all are doing well without me (MY FRIENDS), but not /too/ well.

TO WHOMEVER IT MAY CONCERN,
Dave.