sardihnas grilhadas 5 euros , soooo cheap, Lisbon.

The world is Portugal for a week. The world became Lisbon for a week in my mind,

I thought, if the world was Portugal (which in a way it was a long ago) People would be authentic, they could eat incredibly good, they would be proud of their world. And they would be amazingly raw, people are astoundingly sentimental, and that is something you don’t find much in the rest of the world.

As I was riding in trough Lisbon guts swallowing mosquitos by the window in the tram no 28 a moment of enlightment shook my head with ecstasy sniffing on every corner of delightful food smells. Garlic, on that corner, grilled fish on that window, octopus in that door. The thing about these types of countries is that in a way there are still not totally discovered, and me, as a traveller it’s still fascinating to feel that an extra effort and an extra curiosity can open many undiscovered doors in the country.

I lived in Porto for one year. Porto was my most memorable time outside my country, especially because I didn’t have any money, so it was fun and nice to try to make money on the streets like a painter, but I discovered Portugal and it`s mystique.

Now 15 years later the Portuguese capital has trapped me again, I wish Lisbon was a woman so I could really flirt with her, and in some ways I did. I lived Lisbon and Lisbon lived me also. I think Europe starts in Spain, because Portugal is Unique.