SO last week I returned very reluctantly and only after having shed a certain amount of tears home to Germany. As in, why don´t I stay here at the beach for… about, hum? …-ever.
I can´t believe that seven days ago I sneaked out of our beach home, walked to the ocean´s shore with three other lovelies & watched the sunrise over the far-off silhouette of Lisbon. The only other beings awake were the fishermen in their little boats & birds singing their morning glory.
But now for the words I never thought I would hear:
Among the top ones is of course this sentence: Don´t forget your chandelier.
It was our Sunday off and we spent it exploring Belem, when we discovered a flea market. As I found this little tiny chandelier I decided there and then to make space in my suitcase and go for it. Of course only after a good bargain.
There will be chandelier images coming your way.
The second best sentence: I have to light the fire, mother.
Our first night at the beach house & let me tell you those little cute houses have almost no heating. I mean I get it… it is still over ten degrees. But as spoiled west Europeans, Brazilians, Ukrainians & Americans we were all freezing our hineys off. Therefore the majority of the group decided to keep the spirits high while chopping onions & speaking in fake British accent imitating Jane Austen characters.
I meddled with the fire wood in the living room & which was rather a challenge due to missing match boxes or lighters. Finally I decided to take one of the girls & march over to the restaurant next door, with a candle in hand – no less – to carry the fire home. Obviously.
I can´t remember laughing so much while shielding the miniature candle with our hands on the way. The face of the friendly whilst bewildered restaurant host was so worth it!
Kayla & I arrived at the door with the candle to light the rest of the candles & kindle the fire. Happy end.
A creative Monday to you!
