One of my most memorable dinners in the Azores... was a Mountain House Beef Stroganoff. That day we climbed Pico Mountain, and immediately drove to our home for the night- a quaint, peaceful agricultural hut overlooking the vineyards and Atlantic Sea. We were too tired to figure out dinner, so instead we sat on our patio at sunset with the birds, got drunk on local wine, and ate our Mountain House meals. Yum!
Se tem uma coisa que eu fiz em Portugal foi comer bem. Então nada melhor do que compartilhar as dicas né?!?! 😉👏🏼
Nós experimentamos e amamos o pastel de bacalhau da "Casa Portuguesa do Pastel de Bacalhau" na Rua Augusta. Esse pastel de bacalhau nada mais é do que o nosso bolinho de bacalhau numa versão maior. O detalhe é que ele é recheado com queijo da serra da estrela. O bichinho é meio caro, € 4 a unidade, mas uma delícia. Vale a pena experimentar. 😋😋
A few months ago I started this #100daysofwriting thing, got to day five and promptly lost momentum. Still, day three wasn't actually all that bad...
I D E A S
Where lies an idea before it arrives to one’s consciousness? Perhaps they all hang out somewhere together, a school of ideas swimming and circling and darting this way and that, collected and yet seemingly directionless, one indistinguishable from another until such time as … what? A person goes for a wander without their smartphone, or puts pen to paper, or idly watches the world passing by outside the train window, or takes a shower. Perhaps the idea sees its chance and seizes it, rushes to capture a mind unoccupied. Darts in, rolls around a little, hopes for a spark of recognition, understanding, perhaps even excitement.
Does an idea unreceived, pushed to the back of one’s mind, lose interest in itself, wander off, maybe even rejoin all the others and wait there, watchfully, to find a more receptive soul within which to embed itself?
What of the ideas that land well, spark initial interest but never really seem to get off the ground? Perhaps they’ve mistakenly landed in the wrong spot, a young idea trying its luck in the world for the first time, not yet experienced enough to read the signs. And yet this idea might seed another in the receiver’s mind, one that might just have legs and, with a little nurturing, could become something great.
Do these ideas, swimming and circling in their school, darting this way and that, hope to be great, just as we do?
📸: Lisbon's Belém neighbourhood, Portugal, August 2016 – this time last year!