How can one sit down and describe something that happened in a spurr of the moment and was filled with so many cool experiences and quiet heartful moments?
Everything we did could be called comedy of situation and it's not easy to share that.
Like the time we went to cinema and sat 2 and a half hours just to see a jellyfish kill Will Smith or the way we drove over a 16563793 million km long bridge and back again because we took a wrong turn. Silly things like that make life worth living and holiday memories worthy of sharing.
I stayed in a little city called Santa Maria Da Feira which is now for me the kinda thing that you hear many years later and still go "awww". I remember walking on the little streets there and thinking about climbing some fences and stealing some oranges. XD If having boring old pine trees side by side with awesome palm- and beautiful orange trees isn't heaven then I don't know what is. (Forget about Christmas trees, I'm gonna tell you what I'll be decorating next year!) I wouldn't mind exchanging my whole pineforest for a couple of palm and orange trees. Seriously speaking, all I have in January are cold toes and running nose but those bastards over there have oranges hanging from trees. Is that fair?
Close to St. Maria da Feira is Portugals second biggest city after Lisbon, which is Porto.
Porto at night looks like a more beautiful version of Paris.
I think everybody knows how much I adore Paris so you know how worthy is my last compliment.
There is no Eiffel tower and the mysteries of Paris in Porto. But the city lights in the dark, on the two banks of the river Douro, have some kind of a warm sweetness in them. Standing there, you can almost see people passing food in dinner tables, smiling and talking fast in their lets-write-like-Spaniards-and-read-like-French language.
There's this fairytale-like feeling when you stand there and look at that view. As if there are no bad things in the world and everybody is happy and safe - drinking wine and planning to have a huge dinner with grandpa on the weekend.
Maybe it was Porto that made me feel that way. Maybe it were just my friends with who, for the first time in my life, I ignored all the basic rules of visiting a foreign country to enjoy it's exquisite cruisine and went to MacDonalds, where we spent half an hour on opening these little ketchups. First it was all civilized and nice, we tried pulling them open discretely. After a few minutes we started using sharp edges and keys. Then teeth and nails, until I seriously thought about putting the kethups on the ground and just jumping on them maniacly while singing the anthem of Portugal and squirting coke out of my nose. That's how nerve recking it was to open them.
I do feel sorry for the locals. We were discussing that probably we should have ordered Happy Meal because there are also little scissors included (that's why it's a happy meal).
Among super funny things happened also stuff that weren't so enjoyable. On one innocent Friday night we went to a club where we didn't drink much, but where I accepted a drink from somebody I didn't know, just because I was so used to everybody passing drinks to one another and without thinking I drank it. Everything was totally fine when suddenly I felt something was completely wrong with my eyesight.
I am notorious because of my alcohol tolerance. I can drink a lot and not feel drunk. Never in my life have I thrown up because of drinking. My hangovers haven't been mild, but neither has been the list of cocktails I've had in one night.
And now suddenly, I don't feel sick or anything like that, instead I feel the walls are closing in and the roof is about to fall on me. I go to the toilet with my friend and in that 1x1 sqm box I can not see her! The walls are talking. Okay is this normal? Feels like "Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas" without the bats. But Johnny Depp and Benicio Del Toro are there for sure. Or is somebody else speaking to me? Feels really weird, everything around me is going up and down.
It was almost impossible to understand what my friends told me, but I pulled myself together and we went downstairs and then out from the club.
I got to the car and I'm telling my friend: "I think I feel kinda sick..."
She tells me: "Okay but dont throw up in the car."
"I'm not stupid..." is the last thing I remember myself saying. And after that I really don't remember shit!
When we got home, how did I enter the house and who took off my clothes when I went to sleep?
I'm was basically like a body without a mind. Perfect catch for any rapist out there.
Next morning I get up, my friend tells me I cried all night under the shower. WTF.
And boy, do I feel H O R R I B L E.
Every time I move I feel aches in my body and my insides want to come out so bad my ears are half deaf.
Now I'm absolutely sure there was something in that drink I accepted.
There had to be!
Oh maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, I feel like Uranus exploded and right to my face. lol
Never in my life have I felt so bad. And for such a long time. Almost 24 hours until my body finds ease and isn't being tortured by the poison planted in my bloodstream.
Luckily for me, my friends were always with me.
We were supposed to go to a concert the next night and handicapped as I was, I just laid on the bed and moaned from time to time. So my friends stayed at home with me and we watched the O.C. until 4 in the morning. I dozed off from time to time but... to put into words how much it meant to see their faces, every time I opened my eyes, in the cold blue tv light, being there, with me... it's just not possible.
Besides they got their revenge by imitating my "oh man" the next 2 weeks.
"Ou meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnn"
... I couldn't help to smile. :)))
What else makes me smile when I think of it? The cr�pes!!! I can almost see P nodding enthusiastically while reading it. :D
Covered with chocolate, filled with ice cream, sprinkled with all the answers to my desires. The magnificent cr�pes.
I don't even like sweet things. At all!
But what the hell... that bitter chocolate taste and... I was a goner. For good.
I know a lot of people have made a top 10 list of places to see and countries to visit.
Well, I gotta go back to that cr�pe place. Fuck Machu Picchu.
A city that every tourist in Portugal wants to see is of course Lisbon. 560 000 people, 84.8 km2 and a lot of clouds in the sky. We arrive on a rainy day. Hey, we're from Estonia, so there's nothing that can bring us down. :D On the first day we went to a sea world museum. From the shop there I bought a little white plush polar bear toy. I didn't notice before home, where P showed me, what was written on the tag that was attached to the bear:
AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Russ is slang for Russian people in Estonian. Come on, make somebody happy. Ain't that the truth. XD
In the museum there was this hugeeeeee fish called sunfish (For some reason it was moonfish in Portuguese :D I guess a good child has many names, as we say in here.) swimming around in the biggest water tank in Europe (at least that's what my friends thought) and each time we saw him, we said "frieeeeeeeeeeend" with this really creepy low voice. XD And it totally cracked me up. There he comes again!
*frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhheeeeeend*
By the way, Lisbon was beautiful. I liked walking on that alley that had trees on both sides, the most. I liked everything else too, the castles, the views, the city, the houses. But still, every time I feel tired or without enough energy to keep on pumping blood through my heart, I will close my eyes and picture myself walking there along that alley, hand in hand with my friends. :)
The second day in Lisbon was funny because whatever we did, we failed. Absolutely everything. :D Where ever possible we took the wrong turns, we chose the wrong places, we didn't find things we wanted to find. We shouldn't have payed for the parking, we shouldn't have taken the metro. It was raining, we almost lost the car keys, I started feeling ill etc etc. And then finally we decided to go home and we said to each other "okay, it can't get ANY worse"
- and then begun the hailstorm. :D :D
Yes it started hailing heavy. :D
But I haven't given up and I want to go to Lisbon again. It looks very pretty and although it doesn't bring any particular feelings up, I'd still like to go there once again and remind our last visit. :))
Of course I have to mention the cutest dog ever. We were joking that he's too cute to be true and actually he's a toy from Tokyo.
When you take the battery out he won't work anymore, so every night you have to charge him.
Here he is, charging:
Oh man, just looking at that pic makes me all weak. Have you seen something so cute? I wanna lay down next to him and sleep and see beautiful pink fluffy dreams with retrivers and cocker spaniels running around side by side. :)
We also went to a football game, which was so awesome. Look at that stadium, it really is beautiful!
It doesn't matter that we spent most of the time looking at the people around us instead of the players. Everybody was so emotional about the game. First the guys sitting behind us were really quiet and polite, but as the time went on, me and my friend suddenly realized the guys were practically yelling into our ears and putting their cigarettes out on our hair because they had moved so close to the edge of their seats out of excitement.
The best part was of course how one guy in front of us raised his arm from the elbow like a robot every time (basically twice in 30 seconds) he didn't like something that happened on the field. Foda-se! ("Fuck!" in Portuguese)
We started imitating it every day. It totally cracked me up! XD Every time something shit happened we raised our hand in this sudden move like that guy during the football game and yelled: Foda-se!
I also love the stickers I bought from the official Porto football store. I put one of the stickers on my laptop and a Portuguese guy looked at it in the airport and then smiled approvingly.
I think it is amazing how on a cold winter night you can meet someone near a 10m Christmas tree in the old town, in ankle deep snow, and without even knowing it yet, hug a person that is really something. Really a genuinely good and worthy person.
And from that cold night will be born a lifetime of laughs, silly jokes, smiles, happiness and love and a 2 week holiday in Portugal. :)))
It feels awesome to know that there are people in the world who understand me so well and with who I just... you know "click". :)
Man I could write forever, but I have to stop somewhere.
I'm stopping here.
I love you guys, we had the best time ever.
All days n' nights! :)
Tsau, I've gotta try my new Christian Di�r lipsticks, okay.
Kiss :*
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