Nao ha nada como viagens de longa duracao para eu por a leitura em dia.
Estes ultimos voos, entre slides e conversas indesejadas com um trabalhador da british american tobacco, dediquei-me a Mario Vargas Llosa.
Entre o elogio da madrasta, o d. rigoberto e a civilizacao do espectaculo, nao me faltaram paginas e paginas de entretenimento. Variei apenas com o "Born to run" que sinceramente ficou muito aquem das expectativas e recomendacoes feitas.
So ficou por ler "Travessuras da menina ma". Se nao for antes, tratarei disto na proxima travessia do Atlantico.
sábado, junho 01, 2013
Sem sinais de primavera.... sera que vamos ter algum verao?
Por genebra continua a estar um tempo de merda. Apanhei um tempo ameno pela cidade do Cabo (nada acima dos 22C), uma sauna deliciosa em Delhi (45C ao final da tarde) e um sol ventoso no Porto.
Agora por genebra, nao estao mais do que 12 graus, continua a haver neve fresca no Jura, ontem usei botas de cano alto e este fim de semana voltaram a abrir Verbier para quem quiser esquiar!
Vamos de Outono a Outono.... e eu penso que bem me sabia estar de volta a cidade maravilhosa, e bebericar bebidas geladinhas e disfrutar de uma leve brisa maritima.
Agora por genebra, nao estao mais do que 12 graus, continua a haver neve fresca no Jura, ontem usei botas de cano alto e este fim de semana voltaram a abrir Verbier para quem quiser esquiar!
Vamos de Outono a Outono.... e eu penso que bem me sabia estar de volta a cidade maravilhosa, e bebericar bebidas geladinhas e disfrutar de uma leve brisa maritima.
domingo, maio 19, 2013
segunda-feira, maio 13, 2013
Things I only tried after 30...
Oysters. Freshly caught and flown in Oysters.
Do you know what is the thing that i love the most about oysters?
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...
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Pearls!
Do you know what is the thing that i love the most about oysters?
...
...
...
Pearls!
photo by: cdgabinete, South Africa, May 2013
sexta-feira, maio 10, 2013
Things I have only tried after 30...
Cape Town!!!
and... Kudu in Cape Town!!!
Have been in cape town since monday... I am starting to doubt there is any waterfront (or any sea for that matter!). Objective for tomorrow... leave the hotel in time to drive through the bay area.
quinta-feira, maio 02, 2013
"Salta o muro"
O "Salta o Muro" (que ficava em frente ao "Bota i bira", mas o "Bota i bira" fechou e agora esta la outro que nao tem um nome tao interessante) é um restaurante pequenito, toalha e guardanapo de papel, de tectos baixinhos e gestão familiar.
Descobri-o pela mão de amigos que foram lá pela mão de outros amigos e depois de ter experimentado o peixe grelhado, o polvo, o caldo verde, as batatas e os legumes fiquei cliente assídua! Ou tão assidua quanto uma emigrante pode ser.
Dos vários que ja experimentei em Matosinhos, este continua a ser um dos meus favoritos!
Descobri-o pela mão de amigos que foram lá pela mão de outros amigos e depois de ter experimentado o peixe grelhado, o polvo, o caldo verde, as batatas e os legumes fiquei cliente assídua! Ou tão assidua quanto uma emigrante pode ser.
Dos vários que ja experimentei em Matosinhos, este continua a ser um dos meus favoritos!
segunda-feira, abril 22, 2013
domingo, abril 14, 2013
The "by the way generation"
Last week in a dinner with friends the consensus was we were the "BTW generation... "
"By the way I am moving to another country, by the way we are separated, by the way they got married, by the way she is pregnant, by the way i am at home with a broken bone, by the way i have already moved to another country," etc...
Guilty as charged, we all smiled and toasted to the comfortable us!
"By the way I am moving to another country, by the way we are separated, by the way they got married, by the way she is pregnant, by the way i am at home with a broken bone, by the way i have already moved to another country," etc...
Guilty as charged, we all smiled and toasted to the comfortable us!
domingo, março 31, 2013
sexta-feira, março 29, 2013
On living abroad and being an ex-pat by Chelsea Fagan
"It’s hard to deny that the act of living in another country, in another language, fundamentally changes you.
(...)
But there are the fears. And yes, life has gone on without you. And the longer you stay in your new home, the more profound those changes will become. Holidays, birthdays, weddings — every event that you miss suddenly becomes a tick mark on an endless ream of paper. One day, you simply look back and realize that so much has happened in your absence, that so much has changed. You find it harder and harder to start conversations with people who used to be some of your best friends, and in-jokes become increasingly foreign — you have become an outsider.
(...)
So you look at your life, and the two countries that hold it, and realize that you are now two distinct people. As much as your countries represent and fulfill different parts of you and what you enjoy about life, as much as you have formed unbreakable bonds with people you love in both places, as much as you feel truly at home in either one, so you are divided in two. For the rest of your life, or at least it feels this way, you will spend your time in one naggingly longing for the other, and waiting until you can get back for at least a few weeks and dive back into the person you were back there.
(...)
When you live abroad, you realize that, no matter where you are, you will always be an ex-pat. There will always be a part of you that is far away from its home and is lying dormant until it can breathe and live in full color back in the country where it belongs. To live in a new place is a beautiful, thrilling thing, and it can show you that you can be whoever you want — on your own terms. It can give you the gift of freedom, of new beginnings, of curiosity and excitement. But to start over, to get on that plane, doesn’t come without a price. You cannot be in two places at once, and from now on, you will always lay awake on certain nights and think of all the things you’re missing out on back home."
Cdgabinete: living abroad since 2004!
(yeap, that year in Lisbon counts like living abroad)
(...)
But there are the fears. And yes, life has gone on without you. And the longer you stay in your new home, the more profound those changes will become. Holidays, birthdays, weddings — every event that you miss suddenly becomes a tick mark on an endless ream of paper. One day, you simply look back and realize that so much has happened in your absence, that so much has changed. You find it harder and harder to start conversations with people who used to be some of your best friends, and in-jokes become increasingly foreign — you have become an outsider.
(...)
So you look at your life, and the two countries that hold it, and realize that you are now two distinct people. As much as your countries represent and fulfill different parts of you and what you enjoy about life, as much as you have formed unbreakable bonds with people you love in both places, as much as you feel truly at home in either one, so you are divided in two. For the rest of your life, or at least it feels this way, you will spend your time in one naggingly longing for the other, and waiting until you can get back for at least a few weeks and dive back into the person you were back there.
(...)
When you live abroad, you realize that, no matter where you are, you will always be an ex-pat. There will always be a part of you that is far away from its home and is lying dormant until it can breathe and live in full color back in the country where it belongs. To live in a new place is a beautiful, thrilling thing, and it can show you that you can be whoever you want — on your own terms. It can give you the gift of freedom, of new beginnings, of curiosity and excitement. But to start over, to get on that plane, doesn’t come without a price. You cannot be in two places at once, and from now on, you will always lay awake on certain nights and think of all the things you’re missing out on back home."
Cdgabinete: living abroad since 2004!
(yeap, that year in Lisbon counts like living abroad)
quarta-feira, março 27, 2013
Beyond eggs and bunnies
Independentemente de valores religiosos - or lack of thereof - eu associo a Pascoa a ti. Aos rituais que tu guardavas e com os quais cumpriamos de roupa acabada de estrear, casa limpa e flores arranjadas.
E talvez por isso, me custe mais a tua ausencia no domingo de ramos e no domingo de Pascoa do que nos outros dias.
E talvez por isso, me custe mais a tua ausencia no domingo de ramos e no domingo de Pascoa do que nos outros dias.
quarta-feira, março 13, 2013
Duvidas papais
Por obra do acaso, vi em directo a primeira comunicacao do novo papa. Nao posso deixar de me questionar sobre o que fara ele depois de ter abencoado os fieis...
Sera que vai para dentro e se vira para o camerlengo e diz: "oh pah, mandamos vir umas pizzas para jantar para nao termos que cozinhar?"
e se ele tiver familia.... sera que liga para o irmao ou irma e ela diz " atao ze tava a ver que te ias armar em importante e nao ias ligar hoje! estou preocupada com o nosso primo frederico, ve la se lhe das uma telefonadela que se nao ja sabes que ele descamba!"
ou entao, imagino-o depois de fazer a barba a debater "sera que ponho o after shave da Axe ou nao?! Isto da ultima vez f
deu estrilho com as mocoilas todas pelo beicinho a custa do efeito Axe... se calhar ponho antes old spice!"
Ou, e tendo em conta que ele e argentino, sera que ele tira as roupinhas brancas e se poe de um lado para o outro no seu quarto a festejar com uns passinhos de tango?!
eh pah, isso sim... ate tinha piada!
Sera que vai para dentro e se vira para o camerlengo e diz: "oh pah, mandamos vir umas pizzas para jantar para nao termos que cozinhar?"
e se ele tiver familia.... sera que liga para o irmao ou irma e ela diz " atao ze tava a ver que te ias armar em importante e nao ias ligar hoje! estou preocupada com o nosso primo frederico, ve la se lhe das uma telefonadela que se nao ja sabes que ele descamba!"
ou entao, imagino-o depois de fazer a barba a debater "sera que ponho o after shave da Axe ou nao?! Isto da ultima vez f
deu estrilho com as mocoilas todas pelo beicinho a custa do efeito Axe... se calhar ponho antes old spice!"
Ou, e tendo em conta que ele e argentino, sera que ele tira as roupinhas brancas e se poe de um lado para o outro no seu quarto a festejar com uns passinhos de tango?!
eh pah, isso sim... ate tinha piada!
domingo, março 10, 2013
Things i only tried after 30
Snowshoeing.
Snowshoeing to 2560 meters high.
Snowshoeing to 2560 meters high.
photo by: cdgabinete, Gemmi, Switzerland, March 2013
Things I only tried after 30
Stargazing at 2400 meters high.
The most beautiful sky i have ever seen!
The most beautiful sky i have ever seen!
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