It approches. Relentlessly, ignoring any obstacle. Everyone is scared of it, but it doesn’t care. It just comes, slowly embracing all of us with it’s freezing arms. I’m talking about winter. The winter in Portugal was the subject number one on my job interview. Since I am from Poland – believe me, the really cold place, the vision of portuguese winter was nothing scary to me. I was watching the low temperatures in november in Poland, enjoying the warmth in my place. But the days pass and I realized how subtele coldness creeps in. And what is more important, there is no place to hide. Cold outside, cold inside. Day by day, the temperature drops and the pleasant and ubiquitous heat, known not in that distant past dissapears completely. Which is even stranger, me and my polish fellows seem to be even more surprised than hot-loving habitants. The 12*C here is subjectively even colder than -20*C in Poland. I’m scared, but I am strong woman. I can handle it, right? I just cannot underestimate the ‘warm’ winter in Portugal, because it seems to be more ‘dangerous’ that I though it was. Keep warm fellas! I definately will!
