With the cold, also our days have become quieter and more dull (and it’s not that I have nothing to do, because my scripts need a lot of perfecting still) but the chaotic energy I felt in the past two weeks seems to have slowly dissipated.
On the other hand in our routines a novelty has been introduced. I’m talking about the late night chats we’ve been having among us volunteer/roommates.
The topics are very random: they go from deciding the best Portuguese beer (Super Bock seems to be taking the crown, at least according to Martins, so for more details about it you can go to his blog) to philosophical discussions about life purpose, regrets and the future; and then back again to debating on dumb things.
Also regarding the unspoken mission of Lisbon’s exploration we’ve been taking on, there have been new improvements on last Saturday night we dipped a toe in Lisbon’s infamous nightlife (very cold strong winds, lots of bars with pretty cheap prices and unsavory music (Yes, that also includes Gangnam Style…sorry)); and on Sunday afternoon we visited the incredible collection of a not-so-incredible person at the Museum Gulbenkian. Monday was maybe less adventurous but surely not less rich in experiences and it ended with the sunset from Jardim do Rio (and another late night talk).
Today it’s Friday and between the cold, the rain and the excruciating headache I’ve been nursing I don’t know what’s killing me more. Yesterday we decided to put to good use the suggestion Herminia gave us and test some portuguese wines (they were terrible, but it’s to be expected since they were 4 euros each), hence the headache. We also tried to settle once and for all the Super Bock vs Sagres debate but unfortunately our experiments didn’t produce clear results.
Writing this blog is seriously testing my comma-using abilities. But since this is supposed to be a page of my diary to be faithful to the flow of my thoughts I’m not going to stress about the grammar, at least that’s what I’ve decided to believe for the benefit of my peace of mind.
So forgive me the very long and contorted sentences, that’s how I work. My teachers used to hate me for it, but that’s just the ADHD in me.
