(Look at the book paper butterflies!)
We’re sitting in a cafe in the afternoon both in our phones. This is so romantic… well maybe it is. Isn’t romance when the other person turns up with just what you wanted? Or when they ask you what you want and then bring it to you? Or when they’re interested in you and your interests?
(Can you smell the bread?)
Anyways, we’re both interested in reading (him) and writing to you (me) on our phones and that’s how we do romance here in the cafe in Portugal. Plus the sun is shining after a downpour this morning. I was on my get-some-photos walk when the hailstones started. I did have a rain coat and an umbrella but I still ended up with soaking jeans. They’re dry now and the rain clouds are gone… so maybe I’ll stop talking about the rain. Sure I will.
(Flowers in the park)
When we walked in here (to the cafe) there were two ladies chatting and as the locals do I said Bem Dia (good day) and they said Bo Tarde (good afternoon). I think you can say good day at any time.. but it might be just for mornings? Then I asked for thé vert which is the French for green tea… and the waitress said Chá Verde, the Portuguese for green tea.
(That’s how you say green tea in Portuguese)
All this to tell you, no matter what you want to say the Portuguese will help you say it. They are very welcoming and interested in what you want. Like I said romantic.
Isn’t it lovely when someone is interested in you, Mairead.
(The restaurant was closed this morning when I went to take a photo so you won’t see how lovely it looked when the lights were shining, but remember the Portuguese Cafe God? The architecture is Art Deco)
We had a lovely restaurant experience last night. I forgot to bring my camera and I forgot to take pictures of the food with my phone. It was just lovely and now there’s no proof. I found the restaurant on the internet and even though it had a strange name I got a good feeling from the reviews. It’s called Art Deco Cafe and the reason became clear when I went back to the a picture of it today. But back to the reviews, they weren’t all good in fact one was very critical but the owner replied to the reviewer in English and in a quirky way. So I was in.
(This is a different cafe celebrating 125 years in business!)
I’m reading another book called Getting Messy: A Guide to Taking Risks and Opening the Imagination for Teachers, Trainers, Coaches and Mentors (long name!) by Kim Hermanson. It’s really interesting and it talks about becoming more aware of how you feel when you’re reading something or talking to someone because that’s feedback of your experience and that’s where your wisdom lies. So for instance, when I was reading the review for the restaurant, I could be wondering if the critical reviewer was a better judge of food than me. But what’s more useful is to notice what I’m feeling as I read the review (and the reply). I was feeling even more curious about the restaurant than I had been. I felt it might be worth visiting.
(Spring is here)
It was worth visiting. It was a tapas restaurant and as we can’t read Portuguese and we didn’t recognise any of the options we asked for suggestions and they were great suggestions. We started with a sheep’s cheese from northern Portugal that was melted with olive oil and some herbs and the top of it was crusty – yum. Then we had a baked sausage that was soft like a pie with toasted flaked almonds on top served with an apple sauce – yum, yum. And finally we had brochette with sardines and tomatoes on top – yum, yum, yum. I hope I’m getting across that I loved it and Denis did too.
(Love the streets)
It wasn’t just a food experience there was music too. One wall was covered with LP covers and there was a mixture of jazz and Leonard Cohen playing in the background. The furniture was also interesting, I’m guessing it was from whenever Art Deco is from but it could have been from the 70’s. There was also a little entertainment. The only other diners, a young couple were having a heated discussion and as luck would have it their language in common was English. The music volume was little too high and Denis was talking non stop about a Mars expedition so the details of their discussion escaped me. They did leave hand in hand, though.
I will definitely trust my feelings when I read a review from now on. Mairead.
(This is a book shop with a cafe…)
We went walking very early this morning to begin our tour of the cafés. There’s a lot. Budapest is famous for it’s cafe culture dating back to the time of the Turkish invasion in the 1600’s (I looked that up) They were the perfect place for artists, poets, writers and revolutionaries. So nothing new then…
(This is one of the traditional Hungarian cafés – Müvész)
I was going for the ambiance (read cake) Denis was going for the coffee. We’re both a little hyper now and have proved the saying, too much of a good thing etc. Anyway, we got some pictures along the way so not all bad.
(Another traditional – Gerbeaud. I had a great salmon and cream cheese baguette here)
We’re going home tomorrow morning and due to a technical oversight (didn’t notice the very very early flight departure time) on my part, we will be getting the airport shuttle bus at 4am. So, I’ll be writing tomorrow’s blog under the influence of sleep deprivation. Just to warn you, I might continue to be grumpy for a while…. so don’t say hello to me if you meet me during the next few days.
(This is McDonalds… almost. This is a railway station and McDonalds is right beside it in an identical building. We were just passing)
(Inside the railway station)
I’m not ready to come home yet, Mairead.