Where days bend and straighten

This girl just gave me a wretched case of cabin fever.

"spanish comes straight out of a frying pan, jumping and spitting. it dresses it’s Rrrrsss in fur. portuguese sounds like a russian solider set on staying south for life. the sun rose for a minute in lisbon and then got swallowed up like a clementine by some mean clouds. all the streets slouched and crouched near the shore. the only things that seemed to hold most of the buildings together was blue tile and laundry lines. i ate dried apricots and drank coffee with construction workers underneath the eaves of a cathedral when i got lost trying to get up to lisbon’s only castle."