Well in case you didn`t already know from my map, I`ve been in Europe for the past week.  Europe wasn`t part of the original plan, but there was visiting beautiful Australian beaches in a jacket and scarf, isn`t my idea of fun.  So spur of the moment, I hopped on a plane to London and then had to talk my way through immigration.  Apparently UK immigration is the toughest around and they don`t like travelers coming into their country with out a plan.  So I spent about 3 days in London just wandering the streets, seeing the show Wicked and then another show called Into the Hoods, which is definitely the best show I have ever seen.  Into the Hoods is a purely hip hop show (my love) and it`s full of break dancing, great music and every thing else amazing.  I`ve seen it twice already.

To escape the chilly weather of London, I headed down to Algarve, portugal.  I stayed at a Hostel called the Rising Cock, great name huh!  So the hostel wasn`t joking when they said that if you don`t like to party, don`t stay at the hostel because I don`t think any one in the hostel, besides me, was ever sober for more than a few hours.  You pretty much drink, beach, drink, beach, and then if you`re really badass, you drink and beach at the same time.  the beaches in lagos portugal are absolutely gorgeous.  And best part of all you could cliff jump.  yes, I did jump off this mighty huge cliff, and now I am completely bruised but luckily the blood has stopped flowing from my foot (the coral got the best of me).  What was going through my mind when I jumped?  Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit, F-ing Shit!  Don`t worry mom, I was atleast smart enough to tell the stranger I was with my contact information so that you could be called if any fatality of your daughter were to occur.