Saturday Night
Number 21 at Douradores was filled, on Saturday night, with various people (half of whom I did not know) for its first official party since my arrival. There were all nationalities, all ages, all types. It was ggg--rr-e---at. There was a board on the wall (there it is in the picture) where you could draw your idea of paradise or write what you would do if the world was without gravity. It ended at around 7.30 having been in various locations and after an attempt at making pancakes (and a flourfight). The Incredible Tale of Miguel's Feet
Miguel has a skill of being able to walk on the "knuckles" of his feet. (See Picture) This is because when he was little, he had a complex about being small. This was when he was 5, I think. So, in order to raise himself to that size, he found it easier to go on the tops of his feet, not his tip-toes. So now he can hop about like this:
The Best Run
I had the best run with Flavio on Saturday evening. It was dusky and Lisbon was getting ready to change to night mode. The sky was getting grainy and purple and we ran and ran up to the top of the Marques de Pombal hill where you could see all the way down over the lights of Lisbon down into the bay. There was a great big billowing Portuguese flag at the top and a trickling fountain. We jumped in and swam about with Lisbon buzzing below.... que fixe.
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