Aaahh…Lisboa

Aaahh…Lisbon, the white pearl of Portugal. Lisbon, the place where you can wash your feet in the sof Atlantic, the place where you can go to a bar and listen to fado, the place where you can go to Bairro Alto and buy a beer from one bar and drink it in another, the place where you drink Sagres, the place where you can go eat as much Brazilian meat as you can, the place where you can drink ginjinha at Dom Pedro, the place with two crap football clubs, the place where you can get high all the time, the place where women are difficult yet the men are the easiest ones in the world and furthermore the place where you can buy a Brazilian man-prostitute who tries to look like a woman.

The happy memories from Lisbon rush like a tsunami to my mind. It’s a never-ending trip to my happy place. It always brings a smile and brightness up even the saddest of days.

Obrigado Lisboa! And beware, I will be back…

Salttusinho Fonseca

Quick impression on the white city

From the first minutes Lisbon rushes to all of your five basic feelings, leaving you amazingly helpless before its beauty. Eyesight - with vast views over the city - White City as it is called, colorful houses, covered with azulejo tiles, breathtaking ocean landscapes. Sense of smell - that was what surprised me first - everything smells sweet around. Not to mention catching smells of fresh seafood and pastries (to the question of impressing sense of taste;))

Hearing - with tender sounds of Portuguese language that goes in perfect harmony with music, with the whole culture of fado singing, with relaxed reggae and jazz.Sense of touch - with a salty breeze all over your skin, burning kisses of sun and freezing hugs of Ocean

I'm afraid now I know what saudade is ...

Natalia Shveyeva