Well, this will be my last post about tears and bitter goodbyes, I promise. The only reason why I will address the subject again is because I like it when there is a certain chain of events in my blog. Thus, if I wanna tell you guys about my life in Lisbon, I must first tell how I got here in the first place.
Well, after I came back from Dublin I had one week and a half to enjoy Stockholm, and enjoy it I did.
Since pretty much all of my corridor was gone upon my return, I thought that it would be very boring to linger there. I was wrong. I was busy all day, every day.
I took care of all my paperwork: cancelled my SEB bank account, talked to Angélica (that hateful bitch) for the last time and returned my key to the University.
I also spent a lot of time with my friends, especially Moa. I spent the Midsummer festival with her, and it was one of the best days ever. It was amazingly Swedish (even for her) we spent the day at Skansen, and at night went to a beach party on the beach. The party was beyond cool: there was a DJ, fire twirling, fire places, and a pole for me to dance around.
O pole representa uma piloca gigante a penetrar a terra, como espécia de simbolo de fertilidade, e de comemoração da chegada do verão.
It was also great spending time with Marcelo. We had a sushi lunch, went souvenirs shopping and then to Stampen.
Finally, I have to say how horrible it was to turn my room into 30 kg of luggage. I spent the last day packing and cleaning, from 13h to 22h30, non-stop. After I had dinner with Moa, Filipe and Joel, who were helping me out with my stuff, and then we went to the 7/11 for a last ficka, where we met Andreas.
We took a taxi back to Lappis, and from there I took another cab to the Central Station. Turns out the taxi driver was Iranian, and we had a nice chat while he was driving and passing me the tissues.
Marcelo was waiting for me at the door of the Arlanda express, with a big hug and 2 croissants for breakfast. That was really special. So was Andreas’ phone call at the airport.
A few hours later I was in Lisbon, and here I am now.
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2 comentários:
Heeey! Thanks for the honourable mention! It's good to hear that you're enjoying being back home.
Next time we see each other, I expect it to be in one of those shady Lisbon neighbourhoods you've been tempting me with. Big love. /A
and glad we are that you're back (selfish till the end, hum?)
no more tears baby. one by one, all your friends will eventually come to the portugues almost-mediterranean sunshine! and will cry themselves to death IF they leave (says me, that am anxious to jump away, eheheh)
kiss kiss bang bang,
c
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