"There is something is this country, something that is part pf me and these following words.."
It's my last Sunday morning in Lisbon. Two of my dear friends, Katarina and Mikael, are still sleeping here at my place. This last week has been like a bitter sweet funeral, and some of the guests are willing to stay with me until the end. Until the plane gets off the land of Lusomania. I decided to write the last blog post from Lisbon in English, so some of the readers don't have to guess the puzzles of Google translator.
I believe that people make the place. During this half a year I have received the most sincere hospitality and true gestures of friendship more than ever before. I don't know if it is the climate, if it is different education or just me been plain lucky, but I have met people that will stay in my life. For sure. THANK YOU for making my adventure.
1. The Moments
I may don't have photo from every one or every situation. It doesn't mean that they are less important.
In this moment of collapse, I came up with some highlights, people and places, which I will carry in my heart.
|The ugliest cafe, cheapest wine and the brightest company of Lisbon:|
Pingo Doce of Cais & Katarina
|Angels of contact improvisation|
|Performance PERFECT GIFT with perfect company (photo by Vanessa Marquez)|
|Mornings with my Vanessa|
|Praying FOR Vanessa in the divine friendship party. Adan!|
|In to the wild in Sintra|
|After the first surf: Praia da Carcavelos with soulsister Agnes|
|After the last surf: Costa da Caparica with my dear neighbour Liina|
|Roommates with their portuguese receipts : Filipa, Karine and Rafaela|
2. The last week of its last moments
This week I have felt strange pain in my chest. It's like saying a goodbye to an old lover. Lisbon, you were good to me. This week has been full of goodbye dinners, hugs and até já - see you soon - mantras. These are the moment of the last times.
|Meditative Ceramic workshop with Ana|
|"This is not a bar" - Goodbye RDA|
|Thank you Joana, The Little Prince and the friends of Leiria|
|The last day before going work: Finding this side of Caxias|
|Just before last open theater workshop|
|After all with some theater lovers|
|Last dinner with colleagues: Checking out my video|
|Goodbye Party in the spirit of Carnaval|
|Ritual: Burning the past|
|Dancing between the Good and the Bad|
|The last faces by my side|
|The last legs dancing by my side|
I feel my heart jumping fast. I feel like I should start to pack and wake up my guests. I feel like I should start to realize that Finland is waiting for me.
After all: This is not an end, this is an interval.