Greetings from Lisbon

I'm having a fabulous vacation. In fact, I'm inspired to have t-shirts printed that say "Life Is Good" but I have this strange feeling that someone has beat me to it. I've spent a lot of time in the sun and my ghostly white skin now looks like ghostly white skin covered in red paint. I did suffer a minor injury yesterday at the salt water pool. The area around the pool was covered with  pebbled pavement and I did not bring my flip flops. Now, this did not seem to be a problem for anybody but me. Everyone else was walking around like normal people while I hopped from foot to foot as if I were walking on hot coals. I kept saying, "Oh my god! This is hurting my feet!" and everyone kept looking at me as if I had grown a breast in the middle of my forehead. Here is a little known fact about me: I don't go barefoot. Ever. When I was about to give birth to Miguel, my friends actually placed bets as to whether or not I would push him out naked except for my socks. So, my feet might be considered a wee bit delicate. So delicate, in fact, that they still hurt today, hurt as if the hot coals are still imbedded in the bottom of my angel soft feet.

Alright...that is all for now. I've got to go to bed because tomorrow I am getting up early to go to the gypsy fair. I want to try to find a nice European Man Purse fit for a lesbian.