F is for Falling Children

Nick and I spent the morning in Lagos, Portugal then headed to the extreme southwest corner of Europe... Sagres, Portugal

I stood on Nick's shoulders and it looked like this:

As for the falling children, we were on the lookout! Didn't see any though.

We also got some cultural awareness about bullfighting tonight. What I learned was that the key is to have a dainty horse as you poke the bull the will 3 foot long toothpicks, then a guy in an elf cap comes and rides the face of the bull.

Olé!