ruins oversaturated with sunlight; tight-metal-pole-walking; sexuality forum; roman forum; aqueduct = +2 city health; exemplary taxi drivers; entire busload of english translators; standing broad jump; peanut butter; marmite; spiral eggpeel; postcard quality blue skies; abject fear of checking the office email.
i didnt have a particularly fantastic opinion of portugal when i first arrived, but this place sort of grows on you. i dont think (sorry i cant find the apostrophe on this keyboard) i came across anyone here whose social behavior was even mildly distasteful, which struck me because prior to this trip i had practically resigned myself to believing that nasty people are to be found everywhere. of course, im not saying that everyone here is an angel, but i must say theyre doing a pretty good job so far of hiding their crooks and louts and mercenaries and ungracious people from the three of us.
and since i dont know enough of portugals social conditions to give any objective opinion, i have decided to allow myself the simple joy of believing that this place is full of wonderful people, and that at the end of this week, enough of its goodness would have osmosed into my grossly unrefined singaporean brain to turn me into the model citizen that our government tries so hard to mould us into.
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