A Oporto

I have run through this week, with the highlight being my 4 trips and 3 phone calls with my bank to figure out where November's pay might be hiding (I moved from an extranjera - foreigner - account to a residente - resident - account this week, changing my number just in time for the transfer), and armed with very little sleep, a backpack that weighs less than 10 kg, and my favorite Canadian, Rachel, I am off to Porto, Portugal tomorrow night after work! Aside from the obvious excitement I feel at going to a country that's cheaper, has a beautiful language, and potentially men that are as attractive as Cristiano Ronaldo but less whiny, I am also a bit sad to be leaving my beloved city for the first time. In my separation anxiety I ate a dinner of pineapple and gummies (like this egg -  yep, it's a gummy!):