As usual i get to the airport way too early. Aerolineas informs me my flight is delayed by an hour but i can try and catch the one leaving in 1/2 an hour. A mad scramble through securty and immigration followed by a sprint to the gate and i´m in the air quaffing a lager. I arrive at Lu´s two hours early and am locked out, she´s still at work. Stroll upto the corner bar, nestle into the corner and order a beer. My Portuguese hasn´t improved and blank looks follow, a bit of pointing and a fair amount of gesticulation later and the said amber nectar is slipping down nicely.
Again i forgot how tasty the fruit is here. The days are spent walking, developing the necessary appetite for gargantuan steaks and local specialities. Monday, i went off in search of an Irish Bar that i´d stumbled across last visit. Liverpool were playing the next day and a certain amount of prepwork was required. Tuesday was spent in said Irish bar in an alchohol fuelled state of fear followed two hours later by elation. Definitely not used to drinking pints but probably useful practise for my return to London next week.
Liverpool 1 Chelsea 0, Liverpool win 4-1 on penalties.
You´ll never walk alone! Not that i was in any fit state to walk - i got a cab.
