Brand new “wtf?” moment!

Walking one of the main streets of Lisbon, I look to the side and spot some stairs descending to a dead end. I felt an urge to go check it out. My boyfriend stood atop the stairs, slightly perplexed at my compulsion.

I found this:

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Two gorgeous, old, tiny, adorable houses. Abandoned and sealed off. Above their doors an ancient vine tree that nobody tends for, but still gives grapes. The floor beneath collapsing into some dark abyss. Nobody dares go beyond this point, so it remains untouched. A little treasure in the middle of the city.

Totally unrelated: also had a great tea that day: ginger, basil, mint, orange… it looked gorgeous! Oh, and some yummy sweet potatoes ๐Ÿ™‚

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Oh oh oh, aaaaand I got to do something I hadn’t done in years: go on a swing. Someone decided to tie swings up on random trees around the city, and I got to swing, looking at the sky, for as long as I wanted. I missed that.

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Well I just had my ‘Wtf’ Moment of the Day…

Phone rings.

Granpa answers. Call is for him. He sounds confused with the conversation. He passes me the call.

I pick up the call.

“Hello, I am calling from the Lisbon Medical Center…โ€

“And I we are calling to let you know that your grandfather has won…”

“Two tokens that exclude him from having to pay any health tax…”

“for any bone or heart related exams. You just have to bring him over. If you don’t do this soon, next time, he WILL have to pay taxes, and it can go up to 65 euros!”

So then I answer this guy and say:

“How did you get this number, and why are you calling my grandfather at work? If this is legitimate, why didn’t he receive a letter at home? And what is this ‘Lisbon Medical Center’ I have never heard of, that has the power to ‘tax’ people?”

The reply was “Oh we used to send letters, but many people did not come to their appointments because their letters got lost in the mail”.

-long ‘wtf’ moment of silence-

Then I tell him: โ€Well then, please do send us a letter so that I can verify the legitimacy of…”

“OH MY GOD!!! CAN’T YOU HEAR WHAT I AM TRYING TO TELL YOOOOUUUUU?!? FUUUUUCKK…. * imperceptible bitching*

He hangs up on my face.

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Granpa asks me what he said. I told him. He looks just as stupefied as I do.

Phone rings.

I answer.

Same guy.

“I heard what you said” he says…

“And you’ll keep hearing. Now… You yelled at me, and even said “fuck”, so… fuck YOU, grow some manners, never contact me or my grandfather again, and have a nice day, ok?”

I hang up the phone.

Seriously. I have neeeeever ever had this experience or anything close to it. Emo teen from his voice. I don’t know what is weirder, the call itself, or the fact that the guy actually had the nerve to call me a second time.

I’m glad he did though, at least I got to answer him. Prick.

Road trip moment number 1

I’ll be adding some moments from my recent road trip. All random, no particular order. This moment was by far the oddest, and will fall under my “wtf moments” category. Imagine yourself reaching your destination, car slows down, you look to the side and you see this.

My facial expression must have been excellent at the time, because a tourist that was ‘admiring’ the same thing looked at me and started laughing. Of course I started laughing too.

In case any of you have any doubts, yes, this is a stuffed animal someone decided to ‘donate’ to the village.

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My “wtf?” moment of the day

Today we went on another walk, and discovered new parts of the city… again. It is good to see that the Mouraria part of Lisbon is getting a well deserved makeover and that mid-October, the tourists are still merrily walking the streets, handicraft stores are filled with really interesting and new ideas, whilst others are selling small, adorable pieces of Lisbon’s history (I really had to contain myself not to go wild and start buying stuff I have no room to put in).

It was in a church in the Mouraria that I had my “wtf?” moment. I photographed it with my mobile phone as it is was more discreet and silent than my photo camera. Here it is, in all its amazing splendor: A steering wheel in a church altar.

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