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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Portugal on my mind

We are a little more than two weeks into the year and I am still found in the same predicament as I have been for the past couple of months--jobless. Not completely hopeless but a little more than frustrated, yes. I know that slow is sure but everything else around me spins at a moderately high pace. I am caught in a whirlwind where my sluggish impatient mind finds itself hustling breathlessly in the every day high speed. To remedy my doubts and frustrations, I decided to wander more and fly over to Portugal.

We've begun the summer of 2013 and I've just arrived to one of the rockiest wildest bays I've witnessed. The sea looks really excited to meet me and crashes its waves against the high cliff which I'm standing on.The breeze is quite alright with me and it's currently 25 degrees Celsius. The wind makes my cotton dress hug my hips and flap behind my thighs. From here, I can see the delta of the Tajo river where it opens up to kiss the ocean and the fishermen's boats sprinkle with green and yellow and red and their canvases halfway up, all over the dark blue. But that view is all to my right and it seems right because this is where I'm left to be for some time now. Up ahead, is nothing but the vast-sometimes-unforgiving ocean. While leaning up against the thick white rail, I make note that all this blue is what holds you and I together, for now. 

You would love it here. You would enjoy all the meals and the two-hour mid-day break every one takes. We can bike over the bridges and dry our clothes in the sun (I promise I'll use extra softener). When the water permits, we can surf and when we have some time off, we could drive to Spain. I've mastered the language here. I'll teach you, it's easy.This place is filled with colors from top to bottom and lush greenery and air I know we both need. I promise you and I will make our dreams come true. 

The music is folksy and reminiscent of older times but it pairs so well with the quaintness of it all.  I'm staying in the town of Costa de Caparica. I get to develop a rapport
 within the next two months and really settle down before school starts. I will finally be an English teacher! Remember how much we spoke of these plans? It seems surreal that you are still so far away...



Day dreams. If only they paid us.


2 comments:

  1. When are you going to Portugal?
    Why aren't you coming to Madrid as well?

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  2. No, prima... I'm not really going. I just needed a creative outlet and I've been practicing the language.

    When frustrated, creative writing helps me to escape.

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