If there is something like a "pause" button for life, then I pressed it. Of course life in Lisbon is not static. Call it hiding, call it running away. I am having a great time, and life will suck again soon enough.
It’s five thirty in the morning. The thermometer outside, the one that kept me awake entire nights not willing to move from 32 and more degrees at night, now shows 9 degrees. I have messages in my mailbox from my … Continue reading →