Sisi there are, the fact is that months have been hectic, travel, adventures, sleep, forgetfulness. And then what to say, I get home. In fact we are already in Italy mean.
The year has flown by and it was time to go nell'afa Valley.
So today I leave you in the hope to see you again in my next blog.
I wanted to thank you all for having lost the time to read, commented to me, laughed at, helped, criticized, especially for making me company.
had been a while that I wanted to write this last chapter, but I never had the right mood and desire, perhaps, to give an end to this wonderful adventure.
I think it's time to sum up this Portugal, which has really bewitched the heart.
The things I miss
the ups and downs of the city
the frenzy of the capital, with its events
continues to climb the beautiful rocks, overlooking the ocean
standing in meters at one o'clock at night, between the sound of bottles rattling
the pasteis Belem
the infinite hidden corners
the smiles of the people with windows
olives
surfing
feel "caralho" and "aquel shit" every two words
the ginja (although I have a huge stock)
the ocean
very low prices
order a gal ã or
the chouriço
the wind, always
the "darlings" of the Praça de Figueira
bacalhau espiritual Dona Piedade
the thousand places where you can sit and read in quiet parks
speaking Portuguese
exits photo with her friend
28, the madwoman
picanha
strange fruit at the supermarket
Gaivotas
terrace in the Indian supermarket, always in a videoconference with the Colombo family
ice had not seen for 20 years
's UCAL
beaches , the fabulous and deserted
meet people from all over the world
Bica
the past weekend to party in the Bairro Alto
sardinhas assadas and festas of Sant 'Antonio
the Merenda
Saldanha, the apartment in Love
white sand
metro
Portugal all traveled far and wide, absolutely amazing
the Pois Café
fado
fake snow
the perfect temperature 'dry air drying the laundry in a' now
Cantina whore
Douro wine shops sanitary ware, with their eye-catching window displays the leit
ã
or the other bank of the Tejo, so mysterious and Vintage Port
alive
the bridge on April 25, even when you do not need to take the
BBQ Monsanto
tremoços and Imperial
friends, but never too many, I had the good fortune to meet
The things I miss
scatarrate the old and the young children and women
Calçada when your shoes with smooth soles or heels
the COENTRO (damn, hidden where you least expect it)
the "sellers of eyeglasses" of the Baixa
of yellow custard
telenovelas
vegetables of Pingo Doce
the stench that fills you when you get to the supermarket department Bacalhau
the winter rain 'odor of urine along the walls
football on tv EVER
cinnamon
people that you are wearing while walking
Italian tourists in front of a view spectacular, shouting "Mariaaaaaaaaaaa, ways to see that beauty, Aao" (in each every Italian dialect)
revocation of the beautiful places
the steps towards the house
not see snow
the gypsies who sell patches
the theater a little too advanced
flies home
tap water cleaning ladies
University
to you ... the sentence.
So what to say, I renew my thanks and greetings, and leave you with the scene that I believe will be most impressed me all year Portuguese.
Até ja!
In a happy morning
One morning I wake up pretty perky and happy. I feel it will be a beautiful day. Outside the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing pretty fresh, the birds chirping and people smiling.
I leave home and start humming down the stairs that lead me to where I Praça de Figueira breakfast, because I feel it will be a special day.
Arrival at the end of the stairs and crossing a gentleman in his seventies, white hair, beret on his head and stick. She looks at me and smiles at me with fresh air, from grandpa. He turns and says,
[started watching the video minutes from 5:54 until 6:05 and ]
.. needless to say I was well in the wake.
Beijinhos abraçinhos and mortar!
