“A quarter to seven at Bifurcação then… just look,” I point out, “otherwise you won’t be there on time, because you also have to allow an hour for the metro.” Broes looks a bit down. He had found a nice ticket, flying at one o’clock, arriving at half past three dutch time, absolutely ideal. By […]
If the train doesn’t get a flat tire… Read More »
A large bird flies into my airspace. Of course, it’s not “my” airspace, it doesn’t belong to anyone or to everyone, depending on how you see it, but I happen to walk under it, and if the bird hadn’t been so noisy, it would never have been mentioned anyway. But he is, he screams and
Emotionally neglected guitar Read More »
The best olive oil comes from Portugal. It’s that time of year again! Time for the olive harvest. It’s a good thing that this blog can’t transfer the aroma of the remaining mush, because then you’d probably be out of here right away, dear readers. Time to stand in line for hours or even days
One of the consequences of inflation: olive oil is almost unaffordable Read More »
There have been so many responses to last week’s blog that I feel I have to report how things are going. Are we going to be followed by the camera of B&B full of Love? Shall I keep the suspense for a moment and start with a few considerations? Of course, we’re all used to
Sequel to: “am I a bachelorette in a B&B Full of Love?” Read More »
I’m having a nice walk with Mira when my phone rings. I always answer with: “Termas-da-Azenha, bom dia” though in Portugal it’s common to just say “Estou”, which simply means “I’m here”, but I think that’s a bit short for the majority of (international) potential guests. “Hello, this is Malu, I am calling about the
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“Well, I’m not absolutely sure, because I don’t take the train every day, but what I understand is that you now also have to make reservations for the IC online… “I say while we look at Astrid’s phone. We are on the site of Comboios de Portugal – the Trains of Portugal “Let’s do it
A journey of a thousand kilometers starts with the trains of the CP Read More »
“Senhora … bom dia ….” the man is dressed in camouflage clothing, and puts out his cigarette as he steps out of his Volkswagen station. “Is the senhora going for a walk with the dog?” I nod yes, and walk back a bit because it’s just a little too far to have a normal chat.
Wild boar hunt or wild boar safari? Read More »
I didn’t know it at all. But yes, maybe not that surprising, because I come from the big city in the western part of the country, and there of course you have large expensive houses, but there is never anything written on them except perhaps “Pondview” or “Home Sweet Home” (names for houses are a
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When I want to load the groceries, a small Portuguese woman comes to me. Well, not to me, to Mira. She’s always the one that gets the most attention everywhere. Maybe because most people don’t dare say to another human being: “Hey, honey, come here!” to say. That used to happen, but those times are
Fisherman’s friend, a meeting at a Lidl at the beach Read More »
We are in the Fig Tree in the Delta – that is what Figueira da Foz would be called in english. Mira dances on the beach, growls at her own tail, looks at the waves in amazement and tries to ignore the seagulls. I suspect she has already seen their sharp beaks, and that they
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