TOURISTRAILWAYS

I’m back home. Sitting next to my big wooden table which Tomasz made out of a pieces he found on a street years ago, I hold my cup with tea (surprisingly) and I cannot believe that I am here. Today I did not wake up to the sound of the ocean, but to the birds singing loudly behind my window. I do live in a center of the city, but one building in my courtyard is covered with plants and birds from the hole Berlin live there. I woke up and it was warm. I did not have to set up a fire in a fireplace and make coffee really fast to hide under a blanket. I did not watch the ocean while waiting for the room to be warm enough that I can write. I did not go out to say hello to the ocean. But I said hello to a friend sleeping on out couch and it was all fine.

Life is a crazy story. I’d never think that my life will look like it does right now. There was a straight plan: law school -> work at a legal practice -> getting a specialisation -> creating my own legal practice -> working like crazy on saving the world. Meantime, it has all changed. I’d never expect that I’ll be able to live next to an ocean in a fisherman’s hut during the coldest march in the history of Portugal. I did not expect to have the coolest and craziest little performer. I did not expect that it will feel strange to be back home. But it does and I love it. Not always, sometimes life makes me a crappy joke.

Not a typical Easter post, is it. But… I am presenting to you a delicious zucchini cake, which is almost a veggie for dessert. Let me do a reality check and I’ll be back with some more Portugal stories.