Lisbon’s been on my list for awhile, so i was pleased we decided to visit! (partially engineered by me hehehhehe)
i suppose it was how i envisioned it – that iconic tram, the typical european quiet of a walkable city… i’m also pleased to have captured some happy pictures of my parents
i loved the egg tarts
a little sweeter than i’d expected, but creamy-lovely
in El Salador. I was nervous at the sign about guns – we don’t see that here.
a very walkable city, we walked around the town
man basking by the pier in a unique way
the main square
flea market ish stalls
padre y madre
teniendo una conversacion en las calles
a group of graffiti grannies that came together, proclaiming their presence on the streets
what could they be suggesting about selfie-taking tourists?
that unique lift
the sun rays that streamed into the corners in the mornings
hmm. where was this? honestly, i cant remember
the lobby of one of the hotels (with prents, duh). after coming back from my Taiwan trip (or actually even before), I am more certain than ever that the level of accomodation, for me, makes minimal difference. I pretty much just need a bed to sleep. and a good-to-have, air-con. the rest = optional. i think i’ve been very well-trained by gramma, whom i share a room with + no aircon, not even during the haze periods the past years, not even on the worst of days.
not even when i had chicken pox 😦
papa and the birds
i cant remember the place, because i did not plan the itinerary for madrid and when im not the one doing the planning, i really dont quite bother remembering the places unfortunately
En mi último día en Havana, I took in my final sights of this curious mix of tropical paradise with quaint nostalgia, the vintage cars that tourists swooned over but coughed out black fumes and required frequent fixing. The ubiquitous image of Che on the walls, in schools and even on someone’s tattoo, and how he strove to create El Hombre Nuevo – the New Man – who would work for the common good rather than personal gains. Beyond the free universal schooling, healthcare and ration cards, there’s too many things too complex about the socialist republic for me to comprehend within this short time. All I’ve caught a glimpse of is but the snapshot of lives lived out in the open.
Adios y muchas gracias por todos!
Pacquete – Netflix style? $2 a month? For like a whole hard disk of entertainment
2 cucs for the ration card to feed 3 people a month
My first step into Madrid
Hablas inglés? I had asked. Of course she does, I forgot. The water cooler, perfectly manicured streets, ah I had just slightly forgotten the qualities of a developed state.
And so it all comes to an end, the June break I’d been waiting for this January. I feel so troubled about my job thoughts kept arising. Is it that work life is just like that – troubling? Is it self-imposed? Be teachable, be humble, put aside your ego and just continue to improve, I tell myself. Is it because it’s my first job that I keep thinking of leaving? I think so.
5euros bus from airport to atocha
3.50 left luggage
4 churros and chocolate
25 cents lemon drink
Souvenirs washi tapes 4euros and pen mirror 4 euros = 8€
I was too tired, and maybe somewhat Europe-scenery-saturated at this point, so i didn’t take out my camera to take any pictures, only those on my phone
i just had to have churros.
I then took a day trip to Seville, where I’ve always wanted to visit
Ah, those prints!
some gorgeous architecture (i have to say though, that at this point, i was rather tired – perhaps too tired to appreciate)
some tapas for lunch
Gonna be back in December!
hmm, threats in a city…
durian shop – the shop that dedicated itself to selling durians. it was delicious, the durians, we shared, ate and ubered back. it was really crowded too.
moments of relaxation in a HaMMOCK – i thought to myself as i lay there – forget the stress. this is the life
simple but so good
eating here beats eating in flores island for sure