Almost gone. Two weeks, even less than two weeks and I'll be gone, gone for good.
I was listening to the radio last night, and I felt sad, I felt I don't want to leave, to go back. It's hard to imagine what I'm going back to.
Back home.
Meanwhile I try to do everything I haven't done, only "express": Wake up early, see all the museums, go the theater, go out as many times as possible express, sightseeing and photo shooting express, eat-all-the-sardines-you-can express, fall in love express, finish my money express, etc.
The other day I rode the bus at 6 in the morning. I crossed the city from the airport to Cais do Sodré, the bus was full of people going to work. I was coming back from a party night but felt ok, so I consciously missed my stop and went all the way down to the riverfront. I had breakfast in town and fell in love with the cold chocolate milk they sell in every café in Lisbon. I thought that's all I want to drink from now on, though I haven't drunk it ever since. It was one of those sentimental rushes in which I thought no matter what there are always little moments to enjoy in life.
Cold, bottled, chocolate milk. I don't remember the brand, but it's everywhere, monopolizing the fridges of every pastelaria in Portugal. So good.
I was listening to the radio last night, and I felt sad, I felt I don't want to leave, to go back. It's hard to imagine what I'm going back to.
Back home.
Meanwhile I try to do everything I haven't done, only "express": Wake up early, see all the museums, go the theater, go out as many times as possible express, sightseeing and photo shooting express, eat-all-the-sardines-you-can express, fall in love express, finish my money express, etc.
The other day I rode the bus at 6 in the morning. I crossed the city from the airport to Cais do Sodré, the bus was full of people going to work. I was coming back from a party night but felt ok, so I consciously missed my stop and went all the way down to the riverfront. I had breakfast in town and fell in love with the cold chocolate milk they sell in every café in Lisbon. I thought that's all I want to drink from now on, though I haven't drunk it ever since. It was one of those sentimental rushes in which I thought no matter what there are always little moments to enjoy in life.
Cold, bottled, chocolate milk. I don't remember the brand, but it's everywhere, monopolizing the fridges of every pastelaria in Portugal. So good.
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I'm glad you liked my city, my crounty and my post.
How did you end up in my blog?! lol
Your blog...well, I found it by chance, more or less, though not really 'cause a friend of mine is a friend of yours so...
Thanks for passing by :)