Portugal
City junkie resting near the sea
I truly love living in a city. But when I come to visit my parents — who live in a small village 100 km north of Lisbon, in a house where you can see wonderful islands in the horizon — I can understand the pleasures of aureas mediocritas. But it’s not for me (more than a few days). I crave urban stress. I’m a junkie for it.
Starting a blog is a dangerous pleasure
It’s always a pleasure to start a new blog. A bit of a dangerous pleasure, in fact, since it seems we may become addicted to it. I’ve started quite a few blogs — and I know how easy it is to start and how difficult it is to keep up with a regular flow of posts and relevant things to say. Oh, well… It seems I can’t help starting just one more, about one of my loves: my city, Lisbon.
Translating Lisbon
My initial idea was to create a blog where I could translate Lisbon.
I don’t really know what I meant by this, to be honest.
Well, let’s begin. A new blog for an old city: my very special Lisbon.
Hope you enjoy!
Lisbon Days 