Heritage

On a sunny yet cool Sunday afternoon at my grandparents’, I decided to take my sister for a little stroll around our homeland. What’s the point in venturing around the world when there are so many hidden gems to discover right under your nose?

We began with a visit to the main church of an unassuming town not far way, named Válega. It would be an ordinary church, just like hundreds scattered around the country if it wasn’t for its gorgeous facade! Covered in bright colourful tiles, it depicts

Gate

Facts:

  • The manor house has 154 chairs! A lot of cleaning needs to be done 😉

 

 

Nobel

Egas Moniz

Facade

Ria

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Under-the-table II

Another foray into the underground world of not-so-legal restaurants in Martim Moniz. I ventured into a new place, right at the main square. Look for number 12 and don’t fear having to walk upstairs from the entrance door, you’ll find it easily. I came to try out a €5 Chinese noodles soup, with a pork chunk drowned on a beautifully flavoured broth.

Once we entered, the place was not so crowded and we were the only westerners in there. That’s always a good sign! 😉

Noodle Soup

The biggest challenge was deciding how to approach the soup: chopsticks, spoon or fork. We had all these at hand and within an hour of hard labouring I finished most of the bowl. Despite not having a sweet tooth, I shared a plate of fried banana to finish our travel through the East.

This is Portugal

Portugal is not only made of postcard-like cities, pristine beaches and breathtaking natural areas unspoiled by men. Every summer of every year, wildfires ravage the country, engulfing trees, forests, animals, villages, people… It has become such a commonality that people are no longer surprised, like the news of another shooting somewhere in the US.

This year was no different. Besides what was lost as part of the ecosystem, more than one hundred lives were taken alongside. O.N.E. H.U.N.D.R.E.D.

Is this the future we want?

Affections

Post Office

Sending and receiving mail is one of those small things that I cherish, especially nowadays, when it’s fairly easy to be in touch with those who might be thousands of kilometres away. You just need to use that black slab you’ve got in your pocket. It’s easy and convenient. But the feeling of holding in your hands a postcard, or a letter, or a photo, or… (you get the point!) that travelled from a land far away from you is just is just that extra special! 😉