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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes. I'm starting a new blog because
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I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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M9 Hmm... my cousin's birthday. She's now 1 year older than me. Figuring out train/bus schedules... not as easy as it seems. Bad/old info on-line makes it a land-mine. I intend to go to Castro Verde today... if I make all my connections. It's only 1 hour from here. If all goes right it'll take me 5 hours. It doesn't help that I was up till 3 changing my plane ticket. 4 hours of snoozing. Not quite enough. I'm very tense. I had trouble getting into the bus. The driver put my roll-on underneath; then... my pants wouldn't stay up. But I managed. I had hours to wait in Albufeira. Hard to stay awake. A boy, 5-ish, kept me amused. He had toy figures and then played kick-ball with a crumbled piece of paper. The bus to Castro Verde... didn't stop! Passed it by (new driver?). We turned around in Entradas, arriving late. When I got to the hostel, no one answered! Doorbell, pounding. Nada. Finally... In a room all by myself. One older couple (ignored me... British?) and later two youngish workmen (Portuguese?). 10 Breakfast... typical Portuguese... ham, cheese, croissant, jam (blackberry, strawberry, pumpkin), coffee and orange juice. Walked around town. Both churches and the windmill were closed. Found post office. Nice chat at tourist info place. Ate a bifana at the bus station. It was very good! A pleasant surprise. Got back and couldn't get into my room. I had left the window open so I climbed in... finally got door open with help of a spoon. I told the owner when she got back late. I told her to laugh. What more can we do? I think I've successfully booked the next six nights... Evora then Lisboa... then I leave. 11 Stupidity? I should've gone to the Multibank last night... but reasons... Anyhoo... got money. Got to bus station on time but bus was late; then I realized I needed to buy a ticket? Anyhoo... rush to Tangarina gas station across the street. 14 euros. An old woman from Brasil was a godsend. Arrived very tired. Mafalda got me to my bed though. Nice and comfy. Ate a mil folhos and a strawberry juice. Bought cheap orange juice and pomegranate-chamomile. Last night "Saudade, saudade" advanced in Eurovision. Portugal seldom does well but this is a strong contender. 12 Working men got up early. Gone long before 8. Adelina in the kitchen setting out ham/cheese/bread. Yes, I'm still in Portugal. Wordle wasn't hard for me. 4/6. 53 tries. I've never lost. Key today was my choice of third word: dumps. That gave me 4 of the 5 letters. My friends have a different approach, trying to guess from correct letters... they get mired with too many choices and sometimes lose. I never lose. Went to the temple. Wandered around. Ended up in the garden with the peacocks. Tired. Very tired. 13 Odd. No one in my room until midnight. Entered very quiet and left early. Nice chat with Neno. He's amused by my brazilian accent. Not feeling well... a bad sign. Almost 3. Still a mild case of diarrhea. Ate gelado: lemon-basil and pumpkin-cheesecake with nuts. Much worse. Drank orange juice, vomited. I think the oj went bad. 14 Some coughing in the early morning, but much better. Did get to hear fado. Said goodbye to Mafalda and gave her tea. 15 Sick again! But... only a bit. I can take the bus at 1 p.m. No rush. Ate breakfast slowly and carefully. Nice chat with Victor from Sao Paulo, Brasil. Caught bus. Senior rate again. 11,30. Decided to take metro. No prob. But... no money? I kept thinking I should have an extra 50 euros... finally found it in a back pocket. Time to eat? I'm feeling weak. Met Alec Good from Edmonton. What a bright shiny northern star. Nice chat with Matthew from Ireland. 5778 |