Adios, ríos; adios, fontes; adios, regatos pequenos; adios, vista dos meus ollos: non sei cando nos veremos – Rosalia de Castro One of Galician most respected writers of all times to illustrate this morning. As the bus that is taking me to Lisbon passes by this gorgeous land of ours, I feel partly sad and partly very excited about what’s coming up next. Head to our site and have a look at the last article to find out more.
Because there is a procedure you simply can’t afford to forget about in order to keep your cave safe while you are gone. From watering your plants while crossing your fingers and telling them how cool it would be if they could manage to stay alive for an undetermined period of time* without proper ventilation or water dosage to completely unloading the fridge’s groceries and preventing a new species to be formed sucking your leftovers. Everything open and fresh must go. Now it’s looking pretty depressing. Only one beer was left. Ha. The welcome one!
I’ve missed you, LISBON! Although I’m on a #portugalFOODstories mission and will be traveling from North to South and East to West this country, you can expect this feed to be more than food. Character, architecture, landscapes, traditions, history, and Portuguese people await you from now and for the next 15 days. This is the Oriente station. Serving the city’s public transportation system for a fair amount of time already, it’s looking as fresh as if its opening day was yesterday. I had never got so close to these gothic-inspired domes. We can call it a night now.
*No human beings or animals were harmed whatsoever. Maybe human feelings and indoor plants a bit and I take full responsibility for that.
I came to Portugal to take part in a 2 weeks food tour around the country after winning the Portugal Food Stories contest by Aptece along with other 4 international bloggers. Anyway, all the opinions here are my own. Read all the articles about this awesome trip here.