Wet weekend in Évora

The forecast for the weekend was thunder storms, wind and plenty of rain: the perfect mix for outdoor activities. But still, we wanted our wet weekend in Évora!















We got to Évora in the morning for an orienteering competition in which we were to participate in the open categories doing a 4.5km route with 13 check points.
I had done orienteering before, though in an urban context, which anyone with minimum sense of orientation can easily identify on the map streets, tress, houses, walls, etc. But this time it was in the county side: this meant being able to identify small bushes and dense vegetation, rocks, boulders, ruins, fences, creeks, ponds, open area from densely treed area, and the list goes on. So imagine: little me, completely oblivious to what was awaiting, pass through the starting point, take hand of a map and suddenly get knocked away by the completely confusing appearance of the map that was going to guide me through the route!
















It took me 45 minutes to find checkpoint number 1. Let’s just say that the participant that ranked first completed the route in 56 minutes! Plus: I only found the first checkpoint after feeling so so lost and asking for help. After 2 hours and a half of roaming the wilderness looking for checkpoints, I finally finished in …. (drum roll please)… LAST! But, nonetheless, extremely satisfied with my participation considering I didn’t give up. Which, I have to say, I really felt like doing. Pedro, a more experienced sport, ranked fifth completing the route in 1h13min. Of course, he had to patiently wait for me not knowing if I was completely lost or dead in some ditch!
All in all, we enjoyed it and are looking forward to our next orienteering competition in 2 weeks in Sintra.
















Next on our list: geocaching!
Thanks to Pedro’s fancy phone we were able to find our very first cache. Something we were meaning to do for some time and it is number 23 on my list!















After a 10 km drive away from the city, we parked the car on the roadside and walked amongst mud, trees and bush until we came across the megalithic monument, named Portela de Mogos, where the cache had been hidden. The geocache website indicated that someone had last found it on the 25th, so we were sure that it was hiding somewhere. After a look around the premises of tall phallic formed ancient stones Pedro finally found a blue Tupperware hidden under some rocks. How exciting! Inside it was a plastic ziplock with a couple of papers explaining the history of the monument and instructions in case anyone finds the cache and doesn’t know what it is and also some random objects: a pen, an old key, a sharpener, a toy car, a tiny wooden cube.





















We decided to take the old key and leave our orienteering map and signing the log book, carefully returning the cache to its place and trying to hide it even better than before. We were then determined to find more caches around Évora!





















Évora is more or less flat, so the idea was to take a bike riding tour of the city just before dinner. The cool thing about dating a geek (and I mean geek in the nicest way!!) is that he does these really neat geeky things, like track our bike ride on his fancy phone.



We had bought tickets to go to the theater after dinner, thinking: no better way to end a perfect day than with a play. We were so wrong! It was a historic theater from the 19th century with beautiful à la epoch decorations and not having a heating system, awaiting us were red blankets to keep us warm during the show. But the play… well… Pedro fell asleep after 10 minutes and I tried to keep awake for a bit longer but ended up snoozing through most of it. The play was “Happy Days” by Samuel Beckett and, with nothing personal against the author or the actors, we simply found it tedious and left during the break between the two acts. Sorry…

















Initially, we weren’t considering camping in Évora, because of the bad weather, though, just in case, we brought along the basics for a night out. And we’re glad we did, because on our way to the geocaching location we found this old school with the perfect terrace to set up our tent in a dry, comfortable and wind-free location. It even had a bathroom, with running water and toilet paper! It was an old primary school transformed into a natural reserve’s interpretation centre that had been used for some time.
















Sunday was very stormy and we ended up not doing much, though we did manage to find one more cache in Évora’s main square. The interesting thing about geocaching is that it can lead you to nowhere places or to busy city centers and where they still manage to hide caches. This was the case: the GPS indicated the Praça do Giraldo and we were in a 10m perimeter around the coordinate’s area. We looked inside water tubes, behind trash cans, within cracks in stone walls, everywhere and no cache… until I looked under a heritage information panel and there was a small magnet with the log book cache we were searching for!

















Not being able to do much outdoors, we decided to drive back home and have dinner at this cheap but very delicious oriental restaurant with a matching name: Sushi Delicioso!

















It was an excellent weekend and I am definitely looking forward for more!

finally friday

After a week of indoor activities, I'm looking forward to a wet weekend of biking, camping, orienteering, site seeing and changing into dry clothes every 2 hours. There is nothing like the great outdoors! 

Zé Manso e Angela Brito

A weekend up north is always rewarding.
I spent quite a bit of time with my grandparents, Angela and Zé Manso. They live in an old house that was handed down by my great grandfather to my grandfather, that had belonged to an aunt of my great grandfather… long long story that I’ve heard a couple of times but it’s filled with names and intricate relations that I never seem to fully remember.
Anyways… this house has the most amazing attic! It’s a fairy tale attic crowded with old furniture, lamps, frames, gigantic cooking pots, old cutlery and my favorite: a wooden trunk filled with very old bed coverings! For years I was afraid of exploring it because it implies climbing the narrow steal ladder that connects to a trap door in my grandparent’s kitchen ceiling. I only went up their a couple of times many years ago.
This weekend it was my cousin Jessica's turn to discover the attic and so she brought out the Indiana Jones inside her and found two family treasures in the attic: 2 framed photographs from the 50’s in not so good conditions.
So, for the rest of the evening I spent with them, we brought out a family album and grandma explained to me who was who in all the photographs. Simply wonderful!


I saw photos of my great grandparents and their brothers and sisters; of my mom at the age of 8; I finally understood why Tio Adriano married his niece and who was Madrinha Amélia; I saw my grandmother in her wedding clothes (which see still has and I am hoping one day it might me mine!); my grandfather’s picture from when he did military service and had his bicycle license and one photo of my grandmother before she got married.


Before the sun came down, I helped her hang clothes to try and she helped me pick vegetables and fresh eggs to bring back to my urban residence!



In the end, I just sat at my desk and did some research.
At least I fell asleep cuddled up and smiling... that's a good thing!
Good things come to people who are happy!
I think I will go and colour my hair now....

I hate wednesdays

So many people hate Mondays. I like Mondays: I HATE Wednesdays!
Wednesdays have revealed themselves to be rather disappointing ... let’s just say for the past 3 weeks I’ve been having some sort of mid week crises! On Thursdays and Fridays I’m filled with so many expectations for the weekend which then turn out to be me not doing much; I get all fired up for the week on Monday… then Tuesday is a slow downfall until Wednesday where I hit rock bottom.
I want to blame it on the weather, but I can’t since I know exactly what’s bothering me and worse: I don’t do nothing to make it better.
I want to be my cheerful self again!!
So tonight there are several spirit lifting things to be done…


A weekend all by myself. Just me and my tooth ache!

friday 13

Today might as well be my friday 13:
- woke up in the middle of the night by the loud sound of a cell phone alarme clock;
- couldn't fall asleep because of a tooth infection that had been building up during the week and today became unbearable;
- the thought of having it pulled out haunts me; 
- it's cold and rainy which usually are two conditions that don't go together;
- got a parking ticket;
- had to go to the docter and he perscribed an antibiotic, plus pain killers, plus some other stuff for my stomach... Hurray!!
On the brighter side, (cause for me there is always a bright side) I'm looking forward to a pleasant evening of whatever may come.

old books and dried flowers

Unexpected things are so nice.
Lately I have been spending much of my time flipping through old publications searching for photographs to illustrate the book we’re putting together about the Portugal's First Republic.
In a portuguese dictionary from 1882 I found a lovely dried pansy flower. I had this habbit some years ago to place poppy flowers within books so I can return to them years after and surprise myself.




I don't really have to worry about what music to listen to at work: I have N. to do the thinking for me and for which I always appreciate the choices. Heres one from today's playlist that I absolutely love!!

The art of waiting

The art of waiting is sublime. Waiting is having the ultimate capability of endurance, it is about resisting and enjoying that feeling. Knowing that it is in your power to make it happen quickly, but deliberately decide to take the long road. Learning to wait is a self-taught process and I have been learning to wait. In doing so, I added another item on my list, perhaps the most subjective one and certainly the only one that does not depend on my will to be accomplished. (Though I truly hope I can check it off by the end of this year…)
Having this list is also about waiting: for a certain event, for an opportunity, for time, for me.
Waiting was never a strong feature of mine. I am the type of person who wants to know how movies end and always is the first to open whatever is meant to be kept closed. Reeducating myself to wait still means I will arrive late to places and everyone will always wait for me!
But mostly, waiting it’s about expectation, it’s about slowing down, it’s about being patient, it’s about breathing in and holding it in, it’s about anxiety, it’s about knowing it may never come.
Waiting is hard and I know I am going to wait a while for it.