Don went out into the little "garden" that we have in front of our apartment building to practice a little on his swing. He only had two practice balls (lightweight nurf type) and he came back with only one. I think he spent more time in the bushes looking for the ball than getting to practice. I couldn't help but also think that the crowd of young people, walking by right after the wind took the ball to (or through) the bushes, had picked it up off the sidewalk and taken it on with them.
Then later in the evening we left our apartment and walked around the next block to the building where our Portuguese friends, Rui and Susana, live. We had decided to go out to eat for the evening and were riding with them into the downtown to eat at an "American" place - The Hard Rock Cafe. There was a wait of at least an hour and we had to stay there, standing on our feet, if we wanted to keep our place in line.
We decided to walk around a bit where there are many restaurants and cafes lining the streets and where you almost get accosted by the waiters who are out to drum up business for their tables. After walking around a bit we ended up going to a very well know Portuguese restaurant that was not in the center of the tourist area. We enjoyed some really good steaks, some good time with our friends, and a very good end to the day.
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