boa tarde

Lisbon is extra beautiful today, sometimes she just is. It's like she stands a bit taller when people are wearing sandals and the birds are singing a different melody. Arrived home to a sweaty (but not less happy) roomie getting ready for her nightly adventures with the vodka bottle under her arm. After sending her off, almost like a wife waves her husband goodbye when he's going into war, I settled down with chocolate from Pingo Doce, juice and Girls Next Door. Tomorrow will be filled with sunkissed skin, writing and drinking beer


(the sweatiest lady in town)

. . . . and I just realized I ate the last piece of chocolate without even noticing, and slightly regret not enjoying it. It's ok, I'll get another one tomorrow.

Beijinhos!