Biking without hands!!!

I finally did it!
ALRIGHT!!! ;)


p.s. keep in mind that I couldn't even scratch my nose when I first got my yellow here...

Sint Martens Latem area

Welcome to the Belgian Hollywood.

Sint Martens Latem is not even 10km far from Gent. Just by taking a look at the street that connects these two areas one can notice that he is stepping into a different” world”. Lexus, Ferrari, Porsche, Mercedes and Rovers are some of the cars you can buy on the way to Latem…

But then you see the houses and the gardens and you realize it all…

I’ve been discovering this area with two opposite thoughts in my mind. On one hand, it’s impossible not to admire the lovely beautiful rich houses and to wonder how their inside should be or what a big party you would give there, If you would live there… On the other hand I wonder if this people really worked hard for it and if they actually take benefit from all the luxury they have. And it’s inevitable not to think… some people with so much, and others living with so much less.

But still, everybody is able to appreciate the beauty.

Flashback XI

I will never forget the moment I saw you standing at my door when I wasn’t expecting you…

“Come downstairs to check your post because you might have something for you…”

I cannot describe how happy I was when I had realized that my “mail” was you. I keep still remembering those moments…

Alpha Mike…

Visitors.

I used to say I didn’t miss my life in Portugal and my beloved ones that much. It was bearable, and I meant it.

The fact you are living a new life in a new country speaks for itself. It’s challenging (!) and since you know it won’t last long you just wanna live it! You just wanna live it and there is no much space left for the hardest part of being away from home… But I know there was another reason that helped me out. I was damn lucky. I had a lot of “visitors” as I used to say – or just some fellows who were coming not to pay the night somewhere else in Gent. :P They were my strongest connection to my roots. They brought me coffee, “unique” alcoholic Portuguese drinks, little gifts, news, but especially they brought me love! They embraced me as if I had never been away, and I’m sure that made the difference.

Some of them came just for a couple of nights, but others spent so much time here that when they were gone, it seemed a part of mijn Gent(e) was gone too. It was sooooooooo good to have you around and to share a little bit of my Belgian experience with you.

p.s. Nunão és um totó. Ritinha, totó número 2. MeireleZinho não te perdoo. Verinha, quase quase. Driquinha e Almacinha... foi uma pena! Miguelito e Viri.. eu percebo, estais perdoados! :P

Facto II

If I would like to write about everything I lived here, I would spend half of the time writing.

Language is power.

Last stop: Portugal II

Without letting much people know, in the end of July, I went to Portugal for a second time since I’m here… yeah, indeed (…).

I went there to spend some time with João, and that’s what I did. We spent four nights at his little cosy summer house in Zaboeira, somewhere in the middle of Portugal (take it literally). Honestly… I keep discovering beautiful places there… unbelievably beautiful! Zaboeira lies in a hill that leads to a dam. We could just walk 3 minutes and we were diving ourselves in the water, under an “unbreathable” heat that reached 40Cº - it was the warmest day of the year they said… I guess Portugal was happy to have me again ;). It’s was nice to be back too, but I got older! :P

No matter where we are… we are together.

Ola Kala

"Have you ever felt that nothing's ever going your way?
Every good thing that you find is always running away

Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
'cause everything is gonna turn to be OK
Don't be afraid"

Chocolade Bar in Gent.

...

"...mas filha tu não podes ter tudo! Nunca vais conseguir visitar todos os países, ver todos os filmes ou ler todos os livros. Tens de estabelecer prioridades, e se o fizeres serás ainda mais feliz."
"...but sweetheart (:P) you cannot have everything! You will never be able to visit all the countries, watch all the movies or read all the books. You need to have priorities, and if you'll do it you'll be even happier."

by Rui Mesquita a.k.a Papa! ;)

"...mas tal como eu tens mais sonhos por minuto que muita gente por hora!"
"... but just like me you have more dreams for minute than a lot of people for hour!"

by Uncle Picos.

11 months ago...

I landed for the first time in Belgium. I have still lot of fresh memories of that day.

I want to share one.

When I got to the airport in Brussels, physically and psychologically exhausted, I had a guy who knows some friends of mine, waiting for me. The only thing I knew about him at that time was his name, the fact he belonged to a Tuna and I had some idea how he looked like because I had seen him before. Anyhoe… I was pretty lost when I got there, trying not to think in what I had just left behind but focusing in what I was about to start living, when I saw Picos, Luís Monteiro, a.k.a Uncle Picos :P smiling at me. Probably he said welcome and that kind of stuff but I cannot remember, I just wanted a bed…

Anyhoee, he couldn’t be nicer to me. Really. Everybody should have someone like him when one is moving alone to other country. We talked a lot, ate an ice-cream at Zi-Zi :), he took me for my first stroll in Brussels, I met some of his friends, I ate my first Pita in Belgium – somewhere in a side street of Grande Place. I still go there when I’m in Brussels :) Une Pita avec Feta s’il vous plait! – I bought a toothbrush :P, I slept over his place, he made me lunch the next day and after walking the whole afternoon in Brussels he insisted in driving me to Gent. Imagine that he was doing all this for someone he didn’t know, and always with a smile and nice gesture to give. Really, Picos, tu não existes. :)

After that we met sometimes (Brussels, Gent, Ljubjiana) and I easily start to adore this guy… but that’s not why I’m writing this post… For a long time I felt that I didn’t show enough how thankful I am. Picos, obrigado por tudo. :) Até já!

P.s. Of course there were a lot of more people who helped me out without asking anything back, but I guess there are some that for some reason remain special...

Proficiat coração :)

Brevemente... Zi&Ti together again! :)

P.s. My grandparents got married 48 years ago… Congratulations! :) I hope some day I will celebrate the same day myself… and I hope I will have such a happy nice family as you do. =)

Mini-Europe

I was intending on discovering the only region in Flanders that is missing me to visit but I found myself in Brussels for one reason: João was there. :) He was stopping over just for one night. :)

So in the following morning (after waking up in the biggest bed I had ever slept on!:P) when I woke up (pretty early!), without nothing planed to do, I decide to take a stroll to the Atomium. On my way to my destination I discovered this and I couldn’t miss it for the world.

I was the fourth to get in the Park but probably the 200^th to leave it. I couldn’t help myself stopping in each model of EU buildings and landscapes and reading as much information available I could. While doing that, I was thinking how I would love to have my Martita there to explain me more about the only building they had there from Poland (shame on them!) and how Laura would tell me so many more interesting things about the Baltic countries that the ones I could read on the free-guidebook. I could also imagine Nico and Laura singing while their anthem was on, and imagine Jonna standing up for showing that Finnish can talk a lot! :) (I wish uncle Jacques had took us there… but I already send him a suggestion for the next MoCoMa generation ;))

The Park totally fulfilled my expectations with its European beautiful mini-places. An Invitation for travelling… I really need to venture out through Europe again…

The Park is a source of EU knowledge and surely helped me consolidating mine (I will always mix up the EU institutions fuctions though :P). Besides, I discovered a lot of funny things:

- in Finland there are more saunas than cars;
- Dutch are the Europeans most likely to go on a trip during their free time (I wond€r why…) ;
- Belgians eat more chips than anyone else (Nooooo) ;
- Portugal is the European country with the oldest borders;
- Germans are the European most likely to consult a doctor;
- The proverb “A guest at home is a blessed home” captures the quintessence of the Polish hospitality (we know :));
- At the beginning of the 10^th century, Bulgaria was the largest kingdom in Europe;
- Every European spends 15 years sitting down at his table for eating.

I must say I was really surprised with the Portuguese presence there. We have not one, not two, but 5 models of Portuguese buildings and landscape, namely; Guimarães Castel (the cradle city of Portugal), Oceanário, Belém Tower, Ribeira do Porto and Algarve. They are sooo beautiful that I felt like transporting myself to Portugal. I was sitting in front of the tower reading the information and enjoying the “Portuguese atmosphere” around there when I heard our anthem – they have them all there, just press the button :) - you cannot imagine… I had to contain my tears… (but take it easy, just some two or three ;)) and I felt like screaming: “C’mon Look at this? Portugal is beautiful!!! What the hell are you waiting for for visit it?”

Definitely a nice place to visit especially if you’re as crazy as I am for the old continent…

The "F" word... Food!

“Heb jij een baby’tje in jouw buik?”

That was the question Nona asked me last week while I was standing up near the door of her room folding her old clothes. Although it isn’t good for me :P I will help you out with the translation:

“Do you have a baby in your belly?”

You know… kids always tell the truth… so I guess it’s official… I gained some weight during this year in the chocolate, fries and beerland.

Indeed, eating is a pleasure, and the best excuse to invite or to be invited over for dinner. We did it a lot – I seldom ate alone – and the moments shared at the table were definitely important for me. Between passing the salt and the pepper you get to know what someone did that day or intend to do on the following one… you might think this is mundane, and for sure it is, but If you really wanna to have someone in your life, these moments count.

When I thought about living 100% on my own for the first time in my life, I expected (and my mom too:P) to learn how to cook.

Well, what can I say? (I’m surrounded by good cooks(?)…

Often the deal was “you cook, I clean”, but even when I tried to cook something more complex there was always somebody more expert giving tips… as too many cooks spoil the broth (I mean it literally this time;)) I normally gave the meal preparation away for them…

(It’s so funny, even when some friends where coming over to eat at my place, they cooked… :P)

I can even count with my fingers (so Portuguese…) how many times did I really prepare a complete meal totally by myself. But in the end, I think I kind of learned some tricks and I definitely can do more than I could, but still… I’m not that hell of a cook.

Smakelijk! :)

Weather in Belgium.

Day 1Day 2Footnote: This is the Belgian reality from Mid-April to the end of September…In the meantime you can only expect raindrops after raindrops.

Flashback X

Once I was in a cemetery in Gent when I saw one of those plastic objects made for watering the plants (I cannot find the translation for “regador” :P May you help me?).

I was about to water some flowers that seemed to be forgotten when a friend interrupted me with a smile as I was doing something childish: “But Ana, you’re in Belgium, we don’t need to water them…” - “Ah ja!...”

Only in Flanders...

There are so many dialects in this piece of land that sometimes (say quite often) on the television they put subtitles in "proper" Dutch translating one of the hardest Dutch dialects - the one from West-Flanders.

But only here the majority of the population can speak fluently three languages (Dutch, French and English)… when not four or five…

They have a lot to teach us…