Goodbye, pen

Goodbye, dearest pen.

Today was the day my diary pen ran out of ink. I've had this pen since the summer of 2010. It was a present from Yoel. 

I will throw it away later today. 

peanuts and sheesha

I've been trying to eat more peanuts lately.

nov. 6th walk.

today the metro was so packed that i decided to get out at m. naguib and walk to mounira. very pleasant.

Cool culture/activity center in Saida Zeinab. restored palace.

Notice the "IF" on the emblem in the center of the facade? I'm guessing this building once belonged to the "Institut Francais". Located on the street between saida zeinab and the CFCC on Mohamed Ezz al Arb Street. 

making room for modern housing (pictured below right). right across from the CFCC

lisbon. night # xd

portuguese: a thought

Portuguese from Portugal sometimes reminds me of Arabic. Sometimes it reminds me of Russian, or other times Polish. Most of the time though (or sometimes, too) it reminds me of what it is. ;-)

Lisboa: Monday night, with a drink at chapitau

had trouble putting the puzzle pieces back together?

   

WIsh i had had my nicer camera

A couple kissing/cuddling

hanging plants in the street

  

we circled around the hill. it was magical.

  

Walking tour Monday

Immigrants with their baggages in the tree

red and orange ceiling to represent blood and fire

provosative 

a street named after "funksters"

bacallao

basketball, 3rd floor

Infamous tiles

Huge roots

Watching the boats unload the precious commodities (sand) as they blow across the river

Lisbon: Saturday night Fado

And this video with bad sound quality (really, they were heart-wrenching singers):