Nobody knows how many times it has been. We’ve all lost count in all those years that we’ve been living here in Termas-da-Azenha. And it’s all caused by fear. O yeah? What’s up? Fear of flying, that is what’s up My brother doesn’t like to fly. Many more people have that (maybe they’ll save our […]
Family visit and golden rain Read More »
Her son Olle is sitting on a stool in the kitchen, radiant and at ease, and chewing a chocolate easter egg. Sixteen years ago, when his mother was sitting here in the kitchen just as radiantly and at ease, he didn’t yet exist. When she came here with her Volkswagen, she did exactly the same
The volunteer who came in a Volkswagen van Read More »
We are doing well, thank you. We’re doing the spring cleaning. Cleaning inside and out, throwing away, planting little flowery plants, pruning trees. Washing curtains. Cleaning walls with high pressure, paint, scratch, paste, mow. “Yes! Broes (my son), they went out! Come on, we can go!” Of course, there are guests in the meantime, and
Dark clouds above Termas-da-Azenha Read More »
All my theater clothing went, long ago, in that big truck that brought all our belongings to Portugal. It spent the first year in boxes, because it took a while before all those things could be distributed throughout our little village. The first occasion for using it was a colorful evening by the first group
All dolled up during the holiday Read More »
It was such a day today. It was already clear last night that the kitchen faucet had health problems. The hot water tap turned loosely and made a strange sound. It is one of the 9 kitchen faucets here in the village, and the most used. Used day in, day out; just keep on running
Confidence in our (mineral) water Read More »
Sometimes it seems like I have a special talent. A talent to attract difficulties. Everything that could go wrong, I’d already figured out, so that no longer can happen. My conviction is: everything you thought of before, will not happen. That means that sometimes I walk around with a head full of apocalyptic scenarios –
To the Embassy to renew your passport Read More »
I have been listening for a year to the professora of the children, during the break. After the first confusion about where the boys (in those days 6 & 8) had to go to school, it turned out that they didn’t speak much Portuguese yet. And we were not exactly fluent, even though we had
Learning portuguese, poispois! Read More »
Henk comes by in the kitchen, when I’m preparing everything for the nasi goreng for tonight. “Come and have a look, if you can spare the time”, he says, and walks ahead of me to his workplace for today. Volunteer Henk has been here several times, parks his camper next to the reception, and starts
Volunteers: the yard wanderer Read More »
I’m recovering from my walk in Lisbon on an empty terrace on the busy road, almost where I need to be. Half an hour before the agreed time. I was – as always – optimistic, and thought I could walk from Santa Apolónia. A nice little walk from the trainstation to my destination. I thought.
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