Here's a month full of updates in a few pics and a few words...once you're done you probably won't feel like "few" was the right word. Ha, lo siento (that's not Portuguese by the way).
...and because I enjoy doing this I will first include this song I've been stuck on for a while to pump another one of your senses with the ambiance of Tanner's Lisboa Adventure as you scroll and read...ooooooooo yesss...
...& no, the song's not Portuguese...but pshh what does that even mean anyways?
Loved Van Morrison before I knew that was his name. Anyways, March included...
...a beach, my swim suit, but only my legs in the water, a game of cards, some friends, a friend of a friend, and a friend of a friend's couple of roommates, and these kiddos playing soccer on the beach.
...a Bones Chapel in Evora, Portgual and this cool German guy we met while there that we'll hopefully see again soon.
...flashin' lights lights lights lights...& Spanish music that Portuguese go crazy over, even though they will roll their eyes at the end of the song and say something about how all the Spanish do is clap
...a research internship with my anthropology professor!!! He's a cool dude.
...a birthday + gourmet cupcakes at a place called "Tease" for a reason, winewinewine, & a not so legal, but DELICIOUS Chinese restaurant.
...man truckin' across a square with two huge bags full of bread, a sticky situation, and Easter treats my landlord graciously offered all of the residents (including Porto wine! <3).
...Indian food with my Indian friend who says it tasted just like home, drawings of our homes to leave our mark in a cutsie tourist cafe (there's an arrow in there to help), and good ole foot-butt graffiti.
...two Polish nights hosted by a couple of delightful Poles.
...much needed and long awaited pizza & beer, a family reunion that very quickly became a family reunion for me too, and the journey up a...very VERY large incline/hill/"mountain"to the highest point where a king one placed a cross you can see from Palacio da Pena.
...Douro Valley (where the vineyards are!), some great aesthetics, but poor architecture, a very kind man who sold us some traditional sweet treats from the next town over, and a beautiful outdoor Mass in Fatima.
Fatima deserves an extra sentence for itself-- some people don't understand how we could have spent two nights in Fatima when so many just go for a morning, but it became such a beautiful retreat for Leigha's family and me. Very refreshing/renewing, especially at halfway through this time abroad.
...AND March also included my first Irish Car Bomb that Leigha's (American) dad had to teach the (Portuguese) bartender how to pour.
That's what I got. God is good and this life is good.
Ciao.
Tan
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