a good day

A good day

Today I was a bit worried as my monthly bus, tram and metro card ran out and a) i didn't know where to renew it on a Saturday b) I didn't want mammoth 5 hour queues like last time c) couldn;'t really be bothered to find the energy to find out what to do.

In the morning the sun was shining. Unfortunately I got up at the slap my wrist hour of 12, midday. With my daily schedule changing everyday, and days off midweek, plus good tv on in the evenings, I find it hard to get up before 11, which I'm told is normal here (if you are an English teacher and don't get home till 11 or midnight everyday).

So, basketball. We couldn't play yesterday as the clouds above looked angry. We went out, but it rained so we came back. Oddly the rain lasted for a whole 20 mins to leave the sky clear and sunny for the rest of the day. I swear that kind of sky in England would cause at least a days rain. I'm still learning things about here.

So we played basketball at our local courts. Then, we came home. I ate some of my spectacular soup (tad biased) and chilled out for a bit. I opened my window/door and sat on the window ledge overlooking Lisbon whilst bathing/reading (John Grisham's 'A Firma' Portguese version)in the sun. Part of the package that allured me to Lisbon was their mellow half-arsed winters (hopes he doesn't tempt fate).

Next we went shopping (new place I've never been to), always fun. Managed to buy the elusive travel card at the local newsagent! Easier than hating my boss, bonus! Then, picked up a watch for the wholesome price of 10E and went on the thrice weekly food shop.

Home. Pull ups, food and some Portuguese chatter. Doesn't sound like much, but for me, today was a good day.