Tripping down narrow cobblestone streets in between sips of Moscatel, listening to Portuguese slip off surrounding tongues, the sibilant sounds of a language so sexy it lingers on the hips like a lover’s fingers… This is the flip side of Brazil…distilled races in every face, Moreno inflections of Catholic grace... I look at Lisboa and see a long unbroken line, a lush spectrum of fine wines, the treasure trove of words Saramago left behind, & so much history to unwind...
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Exits
Hurried goodbyes are not my style but I've got a plane to catch... There's a small notebook the agency put together entitled "Don't Leave Lisbon Without" and unfortunately I'm leaving Lisbon without doing almost everything in that book. Sigh. But I'll be back, with my wife, without 40 hours of meetings to attend to, and at that point will savor this experience with more resolve. This is not a place that's forgettable, and it will haunt me till I come back. Obrigado por tudo, LB/Lisboa... I did a lot of things wrong this week - slept wrong, packed wrong, ate wrong (as in, I ate everything put in front of me and then went back for seconds)... I wasn't prepared for walking these steep cobblestone hills or the brisk winds that chill you to the bone... Next time will be better.... Obrigado Marta, Erick, Miguel, e Tura...
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