onsdag den 17. marts 2010

Day41 – Saturday – 13-03-10

At the morning (8.30AM) we prepared us for the trip towards the top of the mountain Serra Da Estrela ['Mountain Range of the Star']. The mountain is 2000m high and is covered in snow on the top of the mountain. People ski up there, and you see a lot of people and tourists. It’s basically impossible to get a parking spot if you go there too late at the day. We didn’t ski or anything, but we had some fun with the snow.
After the mountains we went to Hugo’s God parents, located at the other side of the mountain. It was a really nice place they had, and the view from their backyards is just indescribable. That would be my only reason for ever considering the urban life…. Anyway we had lunch, we and played some games there (table tennis, food ball and guitar hero).
When it was getting dark we went home, because it can be dangerous driving on the mountains at the night. Very soon the twilight were over us, and something weird came out of the bushes and scared the hell out of us. It was 3 meter high, very furry and wasn’t human…. Oh my god, it must have been Bigfoot! But before I could take a picture of it, it was gone… LOL
We were all pretty tired when we finally arrived home, and we decided to take a nap. After the nap we had some dinner, and we talked and saw what Hugo’s portfolio. I really think they learn a lot more about multimedia here than at my school, but I’ve never been that fond of my school anyway. I think it’s too incompetent at many points.
The home culture at their place is a bit different than the ones I’ve experienced. I’m not sure if it’s general for all Portuguese, I really doubt that, and I’m not sure if I have understand it correctly, but the girls learns a lot of their mother’s in the kitchen. It’s not because they are preparing themselves to be housewives, but for their personal sake. Everyone is giving a hand there if needed, and that’s really nice to see that the traditions about housewives are still fading.

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