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Much to my surprise, what I had thought would be a sort of never ending, round the world holiday, had suddenly become mired down in love –

The hostels of Lisboa / Lisbon are the most magnificent in the world.

Why in the world would we call a city Lisbon when the inhabitants call it Lisboa? It’s like calling New York, New Yark.

The bus from Seville was pleasant enough and I definitely feel like the food here is already better than Spanish food.