Sunday, September 15, 2013

Saturday, September 14, 2013

portuguese: a thought

Portuguese from Portugal sometimes reminds me of Arabic. Sometimes it reminds me of Russian, or other times Polish. Most of the time though (or sometimes, too) it reminds me of what it is. ;-)

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Lisboa: Monday night, with a drink at chapitau

had trouble putting the puzzle pieces back together?

WIsh i had had my nicer camera

A couple kissing/cuddling
hanging plants in the street

we circled around the hill. it was magical.

Walking tour Monday

Immigrants with their baggages in the tree

red and orange ceiling to represent blood and fire


a street named after "funksters"


basketball, 3rd floor

Infamous tiles

Huge roots

Watching the boats unload the precious commodities (sand) as they blow across the river

Monday, September 2, 2013

Lisbon: Saturday night Fado

And this video with bad sound quality (really, they were heart-wrenching singers):