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Portugal + Café
 Workstation #03… Drink Coffee in Lisbon
Coffee. It’s an essential part of every RAD AND HUNGRY sourcing trip. It fuels me but it also relaxes me. I need a chunk of time where I can sit and reflect about all the new things I‘m discovering… the smells, the tastes, the sights, the people. Sometimes it’s more of a daydreaming trance, and other times I’m madly scribbling in my travel journal.
My coffee drink of choice is a breve. A cappuccino when I’m traveling unless it’s not an option. Then it’s usually a cafe con leche. In Paraguay, it didn’t matter what I ordered, all drinks included a piece of chocolate dropped into the coffee! And now… I got a new drink – the galão.
Kaffeehaus, ChiadoRua Anchieta 3 / 1200 Lisbon, Portugal / (21) 095-6828


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Portugal + Café

Workstation #03… Drink Coffee in Lisbon

Coffee. It’s an essential part of every RAD AND HUNGRY sourcing trip. It fuels me but it also relaxes me. I need a chunk of time where I can sit and reflect about all the new things I‘m discovering… the smells, the tastes, the sights, the people. Sometimes it’s more of a daydreaming trance, and other times I’m madly scribbling in my travel journal.

My coffee drink of choice is a breve. A cappuccino when I’m traveling unless it’s not an option. Then it’s usually a cafe con leche. In Paraguay, it didn’t matter what I ordered, all drinks included a piece of chocolate dropped into the coffee! And now… I got a new drink – the galão.

Kaffeehaus, Chiado
Rua Anchieta 3 / 1200 Lisbon, Portugal / (21) 095-6828

Hen knows what’s up.

I sounded really unappreciative in that last post.

me disculpe. 

I did really enjoy Lisbon, it was great to walk everywhere and lose yourself in the middle of the city. the boof couldn’t have been more wonderful and supportive and easy going which was amazing.

I think the evenings were my favorite. the lights and views were best then. the walking and talking was better, too.

I wish I saw the Portugal I’ve seen in movies, perhaps I should have visited the country side.

I still think Spain is better. my heart is just there. also they’re nicer to me.

photos to come soon.

I have mixed feelings about this trip. For one, I realized my tolerance slash patience for traveling is getting shorter. I can’t stand or understand or even begin to cae for tourists, entire family vacations with ma and pa holding a guidebook and taking photos and videos every where they walk, I don’t understand why’d you want to be a backpacker, I don’t get visiting only major cities, and I hate tourist traps especially those stupid sightseeing buses.

At least frenchie was happy and easy to deal with. Poor guy had to deal with a few times of me freaking out over minor mishaps.

I absolutely do not like nor appreciate Judgemental Jerrys in Europe. Sorry, Portugal that I don’t know your language and can only speak Spanish but I’m also not from Spain so leave your attitude at the door, thanks. Speaking English is worse to me than butchering your pronunciation.

The native tongue here is confusing, though I kind of am intrigued. I should have tried to learn something but I had no time.

Walking, eating, and drinking, is all I did. I can only remember very few specifics. Mostly, my days were enjoyable and highly exhausting. My evenings were romantic and sweet and quiet and what I’ve been waiting for.

I hate taking photos now. Meh, hate is a strong word. Maybe I just don’t even care to anymore. Why bother? No one will understand what that moment was like, or the scenery or the breath taking views. It’s all in my mind anyway, and for only me to appreciate.

What was I supposed to see here? Where were all the monuments and stuff? I probably missed something. Oh well.

I’m not entirely satisfied, though I don’t think it has to do with Lisbon or Portugal rather a bigger need to be elsewhere. For a longer amount of time. And not return home.

Being an expat is not my thing, I don’t get that decision either. Teaching English or moving in with a lover seems so not original, I don’t know I’m kind of over those stories. Sorry, I know.

I return tomorrow might. Part of me hopes we get stuck and have to stay in Madrid over night. I’ll be fine with my tortilla and cafe con leche and Spanish speakers.

this iPad is dumb.

Obrigada.

What I’ve done so far: eat all the food, drink all the coffee, drink all the beer, walk all the streets.

I’ve got nothing to really tell you guys except that I am enjoying not having my phone, not answering emails, not caring who needs to get in touch me, and avoiding the real world.

What I do enjoy is sitting for hours outside doing nothing but making chit chat with the boof, walking around aimlessly, and tasting anything we want.

Also I ruined my shoes in the rain, darn. At least the sun comes out and there is the river and nice buildings everywhere!

Oh! And my Spanish is so working here. Speaking Portuguese? Not so much.

thisisalisha

me voy a Portugal y tengo que decir tantas cosas.

thisisalisha:

por favor mandame a Portugal para emprender Portuguese ”just in cases.” si puedo hablar Catalan un poco pues claro puedo entender Portuguese. vale?

I’m leaving to Portugal in two weeks and I have so much to say about it.

why am I leaving? and with who? everyone asks.

I called my mom the other night to tell her the news. as usual she went into panic mode, demanded I give her my detailed itinerary, and asked if I was going alone again. I took a deep breath as I was about to shock her that I didn’t have a real plan and I was going with… wait for it… my boyfriend… of two months… who I’ve fallen in love with. it was a quiet call.

for anyone who’s followed this blog over the last few years, you should know I leave when I can’t take this city. when I have nothing going for me, when I have absolutely no money, and when I just need to scratch that itch. I’ve been wanting to up and go for months now, despite the fun weekend getaways I’ve taken, they haven’t been enough. and Portugal for 5/6/7 days probably won’t be enough either, but I gotta get out of here.

I’m leaving because I’m tired of trying to have a private conversation on the street with my friends while ambulances and police cars are blaring by. I’m leaving because I can’t deal with being ass to elbows on my subway commute. I’m leaving because I hate being stuck in a city full of people I once loved but now despise, and worry every day if I’ll bump into them. I’m leaving because I need the ocean smell, the taste of foreign air, and the feeling of being remote, and not giving a shit whether I answer this email or not.

I’m leaving because I finally have a love in my life who lets me take his hard earned cash and throw it into a spontaneous trip to a place he’s never been just to taste new food, get lost on cobble streets, and drink til our heart’s content. 

I’m leaving because I feel if I don’t go now, in this short window of opportunity, I may never go. I’ve had Portugal on my mind for months now, and it only took that quick look in his eyes for me to leave everything behind me and just book the trip.

I’m leaving because I hate what I’m facing in another month - adult life. the pressure to find new work, just as the cycle always goes, and to find a new place to live. to spend money I don’t have on decisions that may not make me happy. it’s too much to think about.

I’m leaving because my brain needs a break. I work so hard for no one but myself and pay off time is coming too slowly. my brain and heart haven’t caught up to each other yet.

I’m leaving because I know when I get back there will be offers on the table. New York City will always be here for me, with a new opportunity to discover and take advantage of. I’m leaving because I can always come back.

I’m leaving because, damnit, I want to. and I do what I want! and I am in charge of my own life and I believe that traveling makes me all the more joyful, hopeful, spiritual, intellectual, inspired, and introspective.

I’m leaving because I want stories to share, because I’m young, and adventurous, and need to pursue these dreams while I still can.

5, 6, 7 days… doesn’t matter. I’ll be on the plane and feel at peace once again. with his hands to hold and that comforting smile to look at.

I’m leaving March 28th.