Bacalheiro The day of painting at the Bacalheiro club was an interesting one. It was a prerequisite to have a funny haircut. I didn't have that - but I did have energy to paint away. I have not done any hard physical "work" in a while. So we got to painting the walls and bars and things. Most people working there are from other European countries. Jazz played from the radio, an endless stream of rollies were folded and licked and smoked, and occasionally I would chat to one of the workers. One of them from a village in Valencia joined me in having "saudades" for nature, etc. We all sat down to a big vegetarian lunch among the paint-splattered newspapers.
Phee
That morning, out of the blue, I recieve a call from Phee. Woo! He is coming to Lisbon in 3 hours, he says! Sure enough, he arrives 3 hours later. How surreal to show him my world here. It really makes you evalutate what you have got when you are showing it to another person.
So, what did we do together?
-- Ate supper at Marco's house with other Italians.
--Barrio Alto, of course. With the spaniards, etc.
--snoozed and slept and chatted about life and love.
--Feria de Ladra: the biggest market in Lisbon, that is full of RANDOM SHIT... battered dolls with eyes missing, one shoe, plastic guitars...
--Phee fell in love with PASTEIS DE NATA! Ya!
--Played guitars in parks.
--Ate at the usual restaurant... forever full of familiar faces and characters, with the tram rattling by. Traditional dishes which Phee ate with vigour!
Phee
That morning, out of the blue, I recieve a call from Phee. Woo! He is coming to Lisbon in 3 hours, he says! Sure enough, he arrives 3 hours later. How surreal to show him my world here. It really makes you evalutate what you have got when you are showing it to another person.
So, what did we do together?
-- Ate supper at Marco's house with other Italians.
--Barrio Alto, of course. With the spaniards, etc.
--snoozed and slept and chatted about life and love.
--Feria de Ladra: the biggest market in Lisbon, that is full of RANDOM SHIT... battered dolls with eyes missing, one shoe, plastic guitars...
--Phee fell in love with PASTEIS DE NATA! Ya!
--Played guitars in parks.
--Ate at the usual restaurant... forever full of familiar faces and characters, with the tram rattling by. Traditional dishes which Phee ate with vigour!
--Went to Graca Miradour.
--Took a train to Cascais, a chocolate-box beach town where you can rent bicycles for free and cycle them to the next beach. Half-naked cycling, picnic lunches (tuna with chickpeas), singing.
--Pasteis de Nata de BELEM! (After hitchhiking there with a Portuguese chatterbox)
--Cooked fishy dinner, Bruno came over, Terraco bar (with the most stunning views of Lisbon).
Now we have one last day.
I am going to make a palm tree out of a big cardboard tube, and I will document my progress.
Until the palm tree!
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