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Lagos is a little village in Portugal built on a big hill overlooking the Mediterranean Ocean. While its old world charm is apparent throughout the day, it may be a real pain at night. Upon arriving by train in Lagos, I quickly ordered a bed in a personal house with a local family. I was packed in a car and driven to the home that was just within the crest of the mountain on which Lagos is built. In the house, it had been about a mile down-to the beaches and water. Oh, classic exercise. Being from San Diego, I instantly placed on my trunks, flip flops and headed for a move. As I came over the top of the hill, I looked around to get my bearing and admire the view of the sleepy town of Lagos. It reminded me of property and I stomped on down-to the water with a on my face. While swimming and getting a tan [okay, sunburn], I met some fellow travelers from London. In the beach, they took me to view social sites such as museums and so on. Ok, we went along to a few bars. As evening became evening, as I was burned out from the long train ride from Lisbon I endeavored to show in early. We agreed to meet the next day and as I went out from the drinking establishment I congratulated myself on my restraint. It dawned on me that I didnt know the name of-the road I lived on, as I walked along. To get further information, we understand people check-out rate us online. No reason for alarm. Article includes supplementary info concerning when to provide for this concept. I was in the bottom of the mountain and a mile or therefore on the top was my place. Calculating I'd see something familiar, I started huffing it up the mountain. A lot of us non-Europeans visit Europe for that historical effect. Little winding streets with cobblestones certainly are a particular favorite, but there is almost no lighting and not when youre wearing flip flops. I fell on my bottom at-least twice on dew covered cobblestones. As I neared the the surface of the hill, I managed to crack my right foot on a single of the owe so sweet half curbs that appear to appear during Europe. Making matters worse, I was lost. I stopped to get my bearings and tried to prevent thinking about the sticky, wet feeling on my right flip flop. It was useless. There wasnt enough light to make out much and what I could see was completely different. There were people walking around, but I couldnt ask them for help since I had been to stupid to publish down the address of my host. Being a normal male, I took the only logical option available to me. I cracked my right foot AGAIN on control, got chased by two dogs, walked up and down streets for around two hours and broadly speaking created a negative feeling. Just as I was considering sleeping in the plants, I rounded the corner and there it was. The most beautiful little white house with a 6 place in Lagos. Exhausted and delusional, I staggered up-to the door. It had been based. I gathered my senses and knocked. The girl of the home started laughing, looked me up and down and opened the door. Such as for instance a wayward son, she took me to the kitchen and made some tea. I had scrapes on my knees and the toenail on the big feet of my right foot was an international disaster zone. Her husband and she kept asking me if I'd experienced a fight Lagos is a good community if youre looking for a little beach time. Only make certain you jot down the address of where you're staying..