I’ve been out of Lisbon for too long. Really, I need some time to catch up with pace of life here. Moving from a place (and country for that matter) where nothing happens, to a place where everything happens. At once usually. Just to simplify things.

Last night we had a moving in party my dear flatmate and I. Action cleaning started as soon as I woke up at 7 am!! Crazy but yeah it happened and then I went to Pingo Doce (local supermarkets) to get meat because that was the last thing we haven’t got yet. We need to shop in turns just to be able to bring everything home. Got no car or bus or metro passing by close our house so I was really impressed when E (my flatmate) came home with a big box of like 12 beers. Carrying it herself, iiiimpressive!

Anyways, after the house was shining, I went to Pingo Doce to get meat because we were having a real Swedish party and was making tacos of course! 🙂 So sun was shining, but still a bit chilly (now I mean south European chilly) got in to a completely crowded Pingo Doce and found that I had to get meat by the butcher and that was good because how much meat do you get for 15 persons? Nad then I don’t mean easy peasy like 15 hamburgers, I needed minced meat for 15 people so I was delighted when it was my turn and I asked for minced meat for 15 persons. The young guy looked very choked and asked if I was sure, because that would be to take everything he had left. Yeah if that covers food for 15 persons then give it to me. So how many kilos you need he asked? Well give me 3-4 that would do. He had to go out in a small room to get a bigger bag for the meat and emptied the box where the meat was. 3,7kg. Excellent I said with a big smile and the guy still looked suspicious at me while giving me the bag.

Got home and was so bloody tired I had to take a nap. Then we started cooking and you know two girls, one bathroom, shifts is what makes this work! I started with the first part of the meat (as we for sure don’t have stuff big enough to cook for 15 people) E was getting ready then we switched and then the first guests arrived. Most fun with the night was actually the fact that people thought it was really, really strange to take your shoes off in the house. We made everyone take them off and we have a bunch of nice pink slippers, so we really take care of our guests don’t worry.

Surprisingly, tacos was a hit! Everyone loved it so now we know what works! However there were several tutoring needed to show how to fill and then close the tortilla. Nevertheless no one got scared fixing it 🙂

I then had a free spot in the car to Bairro Alto (the old district where all the bars are and people stand outside drinking) while the guys were squeezed in, in the back like some dogs lol. Not much worrying about cops here actually, not until you reach Bairro  and we jumped out like we’ve never been 8 people in the car. First stop a shots bar, had a “gay” shot as the guys called it: meaning the pure alcohol is mixed with something to make it easier to drink. Then we hit “their” bar. This is the bar were my flatmate met all her friends and they in turn had met. I was told it was “my night” and was then introduced to the DJ, had more shots and then drinks. Was really freaking fab!  The DJ even played a swedish song, for me, and guess what… It was this one weeeheeeee..

Alla som inte dansar är våldtäcksmän

Some drinks later, some chats, later, some kisses later (yes you kiss people when you’re introduced to someone here, however French kisses not included at this point 😉 ) the bar closed and we went to a Cuban bar hahah. Oh mercy of God. As soon as you enter that place apparently your ass is public property… Good moves over there and even better asses, what to say, these guys here know how to dance.

It was a bloody good first party for me, no need to say more than looking forward to more of this. Just have to get used to this little detail. You probably know what it is, or you’re swedish and you don’t 😉 But what I’m talking about is the time. And I’m not talking jet lag I’m talking how and when people go out here at night. I’ll make a post of it, but you can just say that if you’re lucky, the night ends when swedes eat breakfast.