so I went on my holidays. damn, it was a long time ago, I don’t even feel I’ve travelled at all, those stupid shrinks know what they say, when they say that you need a month to feel really rested. unfortunately not so many companies employ those shrinks, so it’s unlikely that I will be able to take a month off, so it leaves me with either 2 weeks or 3-4 days. this would work better, a week is not enough and too much to detach and rest.
Portugal is beautiful, white houses are lovely, they have Ice Tea in Lidl, food in restaurants is cheap, good and lots of. I was trying to imagine living there without air-condition at hand and my blood boiled…
and they have snakes! fortunately i was unaware of that horrifying fact until the second last day. we were going uphill on a small road between the apartment blocks chatting about how lovely it would be to live on the hill side when a 1.5-2m of snake made itself visible shining in the full sun and zig-zagging its way across the road in front of our car. I stopped and refused to move before it disappeared in the grass. it could bite the car or something!!!
i have to admit that a guy is only a guy and stupid he will be always. my gypsum pale bofriend after years of avoiding any sunbeams trying to make their way through his black clothes decided, that wearing sun protection while searching for seashells on the beach is stupid and not cool. after a few hours of sunbathing i started absendmindedly looking for shade, so i decided to leave the beach. we had a nice lunch, i heard the stories how Mru never gets sunburnt and only gets browner straight away. then we went for a integration evening. he lost his apetite on the way and felt so bad that we left the pub we were supposed to integrate in after 2 minutes (no harm done, who WANTS to go to a Linkers English looking, dusty and dirty pub in Portugal, for Petes sake!!!) and I became very worried when Mru just trotted behind me not even able to mumle and complain. got the taxi home and then he bloomed into a serious sunstroke with all it’s shades and events, so I sat quietly on the balcony hoping he would go to sleep and stop hurting. it ended ok, we just sat there for 1.5 day looking at the colour-changing skin and feeling a bit angry at the beach on the whole.
in addition we were hit by a strike of drivers protesting against fuel prices, who stopped fuel trucks so the gas stations were empty. so we spent our last evening in Portugal looking for a gas station to give us enough fuel to get the rented car back to the airport. cutting it short, we found petrol next day when the car computer was shouting at us that the tank is going to be empty in 6km. so we visited Marina with dolphins and seals and crocodiles and headed for the airport.
then my dad came to visit. Ireland showed him the true face, rain, sunshine, changing every 10 minutes. it was good though, finally we had time to drive around and talk a lot, and also i was slowly coming back to Irish reality after my holidays.
yesterday I’ve seen a house of my dreams. of course, half of daft.ie subscribers dream of the same house, so the landlords will pick and choose. i have some hope that they will pick us. if they don’t it will be very hard to find something more perfect. in that house even the colour and model of couches is perfect.
and that’s it because it’s hard to type with my fingers crossed.
below there is a link to my new cat pictures, just in case you missed them :)
