Sitting in Alacer, sipping an abbatando. About 65*, opera playing to one side. A Western, John Wayne?,on the television inside Pastelaria Gaby. The proprietor doesn't speak English? at least when I first inquired. A wonderful breeze is blowing. It occurs to me to tell the man, I'm from Orange County, John Wayne country but...
What would he understand from that? He would think of cowboy country, chaparral. I don't think he would get the picture of Laguna Beach. What would the hand gestures to communicate look like? What would be the result? Would he smile, look confused, say something in Portuguese that I don't understand? So I smile to myself at the odd? connections in life. John Wayne on TV in Alacer do Sol.
I am sitting on the balcony at Pousada Alacer do Sol, beautiful night, clear, dogs barking as everywhere in Portugal. I'm actually sleeping in a castle tonight!High on a hill, looking down at the Sado River, the church to my left. The bells go on the hour (all night?). Stuffy dining room with too expensive salad, three wait staff, only one smiled, 2.50e for coffee. Sitting in this castle, looking out and down at the town. What a feeling of power - as if you can see what is coming - not so in life.
What would he understand from that? He would think of cowboy country, chaparral. I don't think he would get the picture of Laguna Beach. What would the hand gestures to communicate look like? What would be the result? Would he smile, look confused, say something in Portuguese that I don't understand? So I smile to myself at the odd? connections in life. John Wayne on TV in Alacer do Sol.
I am sitting on the balcony at Pousada Alacer do Sol, beautiful night, clear, dogs barking as everywhere in Portugal. I'm actually sleeping in a castle tonight!High on a hill, looking down at the Sado River, the church to my left. The bells go on the hour (all night?). Stuffy dining room with too expensive salad, three wait staff, only one smiled, 2.50e for coffee. Sitting in this castle, looking out and down at the town. What a feeling of power - as if you can see what is coming - not so in life.
I love Portugal! The pao de chorizo, the coffee, the people, the weather, the landscape, the sunsets. I'm beginning to love the food. Found a good pizza place, Castelfiora, still don't love Bacalhau.
3 comments:
Lucky duckie! It looks awesome and I 'd love to go and visit Portugal one of these days...If, and when, I'm about to go there, you'll be my first contact person, scary,eh?
Have fun. I'm doing my best at CHS so wish me luck.
Phuong
Linda,
Sounds like you are where you should be at this time in your life:-)
Don't worry, bacalhau is an aquired taste. You have plenty of time . . .
Beijinhos,
Ramona
Linda,
You are one brave adventurer. You are reminding me of the book, "Eat, Pray, Love." Maybe you can write one called, "Drive, Drink Coffee, Be Happy."
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