Woke up with a cold today, not such fun really but even though I couldn’t breath properly, my eyes witness the sun breaking through the curtain. Lovely! I love waking up feeling the sun, hearing the birds singing outside our house and then knowing that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be. Fixing a great breakfast with fresh vegetables and enjoying the breakfast in bed. Now that’s life 🙂

Yesterday I was supposed to go to Cinemateca which is like a cultural movie cinema/museum where they show old classics and ethnic movies. We were supposed to see a french movie by Jean-Luc Godard but they were cancelled. The roads have been blocked by Portuguese truck drivers due to increased gas price etc. Not really in to the news to be honest but it was hard finding basil at least haha. Anyways, next up was an interesting portuguese movie, which we didn’t saw either as the tickets were sold out. Incredible.

Nevertheless, N took us to one of the coolest places I’ve been to lately. It’s an old renovated and carefully painted flat in the absolute city centre, but very well hidden. It’s actually a flat full of amazing vintage stuff such as old cameras, bags, clothes and furnitures. We were there early to grab a beer before going Indian underground so it was kind of empty, but I was fascinated by the really nice stuff and also the paintings on the walls. This place has a lot to offer and I’m right now indecisive to reveal this unknown place or not as it might be too good to shout out. Once a place gets cracked with tourists it kind of looses its charm. And sorry no I’m not a tourist anymore! ;-P

We looked forward to the Indian Underground. I’ll explain what Underground is. In a certain neighbourhood in Lisbon, there are some illegal ethnic restaurants. These have amazingly good food for almost no cash at all. Actually there’s a chinese underground that is so popular that you have to call in advance to book a table! And yes it’s still illegal! But these places can also bring some amusements as you usually dine in someone’s livingroom. So it’s no restaurant at all, it’s a flat where people actually live. I’ve been to a chinese underground and you had to knock in a special way to get in and once indoors there was a room, supposedly the living room, with plastic tables and chairs and one menu. Most of the dishes were written in chinese so we just took a shot and tried stuff. Don’t think I paid more than 3€ for a delicious dinner (we were a group of people so loads of dishes to share and explore). To our disappointment the Indian Underground as of yesterday wasn’t an underground. It had a sign and a public phone number so nothing illegal about that (except for the very dark and mysterious street where it was hiding). I’ll do my best to discover an Indian Underground soon.

I’m looking forward to tonight. My flatmate is taking me to a Fado restaurant on the other side of the Tejo river. I’ve heard much about this place but never had the chance to go. They have good food and the Fado is nice so let’s see tonight. My flatmate is a star by the way. She discovered the other day that there’s a bus going almost outside our door and to her job, but she hasn’t been taking it. She has been walking 15min to the metro and then it takes like 5min to her job. However, she reminded herself yesterday about this bus and took it today. Surprise, surprise the bus takes from our door to her job 15min 🙂 Better late than ever right?

Off for a nap in order to get the most out of this Friday night! So long soldiers!