Ten stanzas and I pulled out a pices of toilette paper for my eyes. The ballet corps and symphony from Moscow were perfect. I was thoroughly impressed, despite the theather. It didn't feel cozy. Even Broadway felt warmer than this Coloseu in Lisboa.
The salsa bar we ventured to afterwards was far and we had to pay an entrance fee. The music didn't vary from salsa to bachata to merengue or anything. It was just pure salsa for a solid hour. uff. I mean, I like salsa, but I need a bachata-warm up. It only makes sense.
Oh, the days of Malta and Valencia are so far away...
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