I Forgot Where I Was

Finally I am back in Portugal!

 

Kevin 12 String was at work entertaining the tourists under a full moon. I was sitting on the couch listening to the festa happening at the community center below.  Another MasterChef Australia was about to start on cable.  It hit me like a ton of bricks, “What the hell was I doing watching television when I could be in Portugal?

Threw on a demure summer dress that covered everything that needed covering and grabbed a few euros.  Blend in Constance (I told myself) park your feminista at the gate just this once.  Wrote a quick note to the rock star and skipped down to join my neighbors for some mad accordion and a cup of vinho verde.

Under the paper flowers and white twinkle lights I found my Portugal, again. I could feel a smile as big as the Tagus light up my face.  Couples of all ages circled the floor; tables were filled with generations of families and friends.  Bottles, beers, bifanas (Portuguese sliders) all going down easy.

Bifanas, or Portuguese “sliders”

 

Winding my way through giddy children I found a nice corner to watch the festa.  Occasion?  It was Wednesday, National Tequila Day in the States, but in Portugal the drink of choice is Beirão, a licorice tasting knock you on your ass before you know it beverage.  Every Fadista I know swears by the stuff.  Maybe just a hump day celebration?

From my corner I see familiar faces of people I recognize from the bus I ride most days, people I think of as my “bus amigos and amigas”.  They have become my imaginary friends since we haven’t really met.   I held up my   plastic cup in a toast, they smiled a warm welcome and I relax, they are real now.

Then I spot my landlord, this was not good.  He had just popped by the house earlier in the evening and said (in Portuguese which I don’t understand very well yet) something about doing work on the house. He “pops” in every day, he thinks he still lives here.  I was terribly irritated, went off on him in my “Con-tuguese”.  This has been his home for many years and  I am the outsider, silently I curse my genetic mood swings and hope for the best.

He was trying to decide if he should make eye contact.  Brave man, he took the high road, bought me a drink and we took a couple of spins on the dance floor.  I kept encouraging him to lead by saying “forte, forte”, which means strong, strong. We danced, we laughed and I think we are OK now. Nods and smiles followed me back to my corner.  I suppose it’s a Chinicato version of a condo board approval.

My brave landlord buys me a drink, bless his heart.

Since summer began, each Sunday the sound of music and laughter  floats up and I have stayed inside my own private America.  What have I been thinking?  I never gave Chinicato a chance.  Hey, it’s only the end of July, I still have August to party like I’m living here.  I did not change my life to stay the same! Even now, after three years as an expat I feel like I am still bungee jumping off bridges. It is still that scary.

As a child, I loved the view from the top of a bridge, a couch is comfy but the view is very limited.  Adventure stops when limits begin…and so I begin, again.


5 Responses to I Forgot Where I Was

  1. Way to go Constance ! Enjoy the rest of the summer !

    Beijos

    maria jorge

  2. I love this “a couch is comfy but the view is very limited. Adventure stops when limits begin”.
    It’s really so so very true ! It really made me think. I always tend to stay in my comfort zone, because the “couch is comfy” and safe. And, i don’t think we will ever stop finding things in life that are not scary. Great story, Con. Thanks ! Denise

  3. I want to try the licorice drink and celebrate! Wish I was there with you!!!!!

  4. bookmarked!!, I like your blog!

  5. How did I miss this one? Or to follow your title, “I forgot I’m supposed to search daily for Constance’s blog!”

    Maybe this was published when I was in California learning the sex of my granddaughter to be! Great one, Con! Keep venturing and adventuring out. Your peeps back here need you to continue to lead!

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