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Portland, Maine.

So nice, I visited twice… in 5 months. First time was in March of this year for my birthday, but I was sick and couldn’t fully enjoy it as planned. The 2nd time was in August and I definitely enjoyed myself. Here are a few photos from August.

 

One of the hostel pets.

One of the hostel pets.

 

P.S. I prefer Portland, Maine over Portland, Oregon.

P.P.S. Until I get a proper computer or laptop, I’ll stick to short posts like this to showcase my jaunts. I have a few more in my drafts that are well overdue; stay tuned.

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Street Art Depicting Fadista, Amália Rodrigues, Brejão (Alentejo)

I’ll be sharing photos from a few of my recent (and not so recent) trips soon. In the meantime, here you go.

Piglet in Portugal

While driving through the sleepy village of Brejão in the Alentejo, we happened upon the most amazing street art painted on the side elevation of several houses. Curious to discover more I took several photographs and sent them to my Portuguese blogging buddy, Sami, in Oz.

Sami quickly identified the lady in the series of paintings as Amália Rodrigues known as Portugal’s greatest Fado singer.

The four pictures are in homage to the fado diva and represent different phases of her life. The final painting is Amália Rodrigues at the end of her career, singing while looking out to sea.

Why Brejão?

Brejão, is where Amália Rodrigues had her vacation home so she had a strong identity with the local area.

xxx Street art in Brejão, Alentejo – Amália Rodrigues

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Amália Rodrigues in her 20s Street art in Brejão, Alentejo – Amália Rodrigues

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*** Street art in Brejão, Alentejo – Amália Rodrigues

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xxx Street art in Brejão, Alentejo – Amália Rodrigues

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To the Daily Post Community: Thank You!

I’m very late due to still not having my own computer or laptop yet, but I just found out about this and am very disappointed.

The Daily Post

Almost seven and a half years ago The Daily Post opened its virtual doors to the WordPress.com blogging community. It’s been an incredible ride, and incredible rides, too, sometimes come to an end. As of the end of this month (and 2,000 Daily Prompts, 380 Photo Challenges, 260 Community Pools, and 100 First Fridays later), we will no longer publish new posts, prompts, or challenges on this site.

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Roll call

My life since May 2017, during my trip to South America. Not fun, not having computer access. Sigh. Stay tuned.

Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Croaked.
Lost touch in the key of silence

Useless gentle prod. Useless cattle prod. No product resulting from either.

Eloped with hope? Slipped out like a thief?
AWOL
Computer sneaking out for a 3 day weekend hoping the boss won’t see. They learn by watching…

I’ve shaken it, but it won’t wake up – refusing to interact at all.
And I thought we were friends. Partners in an endeavor.

Carrying it like Miss Muffet on her tuffet to get a good talking to… We shall call it counseling…to avoid perceived slight by byte
Wonder if team building exercises will be required?

The table top looks so bare….

No voice
Phil the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

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Whistling Canaries of mine

Nice piece of expatriate/travel history. Enjoy.

Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

woman. Soldier's unfaithful wife (Screenshot, SA300 Canary Islands Special KSAT) “Hey, babe. Wanna whistle up a storm?” (SA300 Canary Islands Special,KSAT)

Spicy food, unfaithful wife, murder, and a general wildness was just the start of it.

Birthday guest lists can lead to some unexpected surprises.

It’s not all about Mexico and the Tejanos for San Antonio’s 300th birthday celebration. Nope. 

Ya’ gotta include the Canary Islanders.

Around 1731 the King of Spain realized the few soldiers he had positioned around nueva españa was not discouraging French from sneaking in and attempting to secure the land for themselves.

So he sent 56 Canary Islanders, about 16 families, who volunteered (facing economic hardship from volcanic eruptions, epidemics, famines and some political unrest at home) to establish a town in the province of Tejas.

The Canary Islands settlers gave Texas quite a bit of flavor: in architecture, civil government, and food.

It’s not tortilla soup or even tacos without cumin/camino, and cilantro which…

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Jolly good time – (2nd) home sweet home.

Last month, I visited England for a wedding. I was there less than a week.

Because of the nature in which I left England 4 years ago, I wasn’t sure what feelings would come up for me. England was my 2nd home. I’d begun building some semblance of a life there – building my career, traveling, visiting my 1st home at least twice yearly, trying to obtain dual citizenship, possibly venturing into the world of (British) dating, slowly growing friendships, etc. – when it was snatched from under me faster than the time it took for me to move there in the first place.

I was left reeling. That shit hurt. It hurt so bad. I had dreams, plans, wishes… and on August 8, 2013, everything fell apart. I cried almost daily. My landlord became a scumbag soon after. Support from work? Yeah… right. On the day I moved out of my flat (I think it was October 2 or 3, 2013), I sobbed the whole time. I left England for good 3 weeks later – October 22, 2013.

To this day, I can’t forget it. And oftentimes, since I left there, the months of August through October are sometimes hard for me because I remember the sequence of events that happened once I got the Home Office letter stating that I was an over-stayer. Time kinda froze.

So with that in mind as I flew to England for the wedding, I expected my emotions to be on the negative side. I got some advice before leaving to go there, from a few people in my small circle, to go with no expectations and cross bridges whenever I got to them. So I tried to do that. And to my surprise, I succeeded.

I had a very nice time.

I recently had medical issues and probably shouldn’t have traveled when I did; therefore, I couldn’t see everyone who wanted to see me, nor could I get around how I wished. But all in all, I truly enjoyed myself. I actually thought about moving back there again… almost. Hell, I won’t even lie… I’m still thinking about it on & off…

Anyway, while there I stocked up on cheese, tea and crumpets.

 

Although I couldn’t see everyone, I saw a few people whom I was meant to see. I won’t show their faces, but I’ll show some of what we ate. 😐

 

I had proper henna done for the first time ever, as part of the wedding.


 

I visited my old neighborhood, twice. The first time, I took a friend there who – believe it or not – just moved to England 2 months ago and wanted to explore a different neighborhood and borough. I took her to the local market I used to frequent.

Vadasz Deli. http://vadaszdeli.co.uk/
Vadasz Deli. http://vadaszdeli.co.uk/

 

And the second time was to visit my old flat. My downstairs neighbors still live there – as a matter-of-fact, they took over my old flat and the home is now fully theirs. After my departure, they didn’t want to risk any troublesome tenants moving in, so they took it for themselves. That humbled me then, and still humbles me now. Anyway, approaching my old door – as well as the street and neighborhood – was emotional.

(That’s a new door, by the way. It used to be a red door.)

 

I ate and conversed with them for a couple hours. Afterwards, I visited my old self-defense class and instructor. I couldn’t participate, but I enjoyed living vicariously through the students. Side note – only 1 of the original students from my class is still there.

 

Urban Krav Maga London. http://urbankravmaga.london/
Urban Krav Maga London. http://urbankravmaga.london/


(I miss class. It’s just not the same over here.)

 

And of course, I attended the wedding. I won’t show faces, but it was a nice one.

I appreciate the family inviting me. They’re like a 2nd family to me; I’ve discussed them here once or twice before.
Looking back, the visit was better than I expected. I saw a few loved ones, nervously returned to my old neighborhood, got my hair done, and brought home some very-missed British cheese, tea and crumpets. I couldn’t handle all of the business I wanted, but the major stuff was done and brought back. I’ll handle the other business (hopefully) next year.

I planned to never return to England again because although most of the time there was alright, the ending was horrible. But now, I’m glad I went, and I plan to return again. To visit or to live? That remains to be seen.

(P.S. By the time you read this, it’ll be 4 years since I left England. I scheduled this post like that on purpose.)

 

Rainbow over London, United Kingdom.
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Blighty.

By the time you read this, I’ll be in London, United Kingdom to attend a wedding for a few days. As you already know, I left on sour terms 3 years & over 10 months ago, so this will be an interesting experience, to say the least. I’ll blog about it later. See you on the other side.

P.S. Haven’t forgotten to blog about my trip to South America. I still need a proper computer or laptop for my photos. 😒😒😒

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Photo/Post delay.

My trip is over. I had a wonderful time overall, and I hope to return to Chilé – and that other country that will remain a surprise – again in the (near or far) future. There’s so much to explore, and the landscapes are otherworldly and absolutely breathtaking. Unfortunately, there was 1 major blip during the trip…

 

I forgot my laptop on one of my flights in-country. I realized it a few minutes later, but of course, there are very few honest people on this planet so the laptop was never returned. Despite the laptop’s age, it was my only way to connect with the world in general. Yes, I have a phone, but it’s more difficult to do things on phones due to text size, lighting, etc.

 

So until I get myself a new laptop or tablet, I’ll hold off on posting anything about the trip. The blog posts would be so much better with the photos, so you can get an idea of the beauty that abounds in Chilé and that other country. I hope that you stayed tuned, in the meantime, until then. (I already started 1 post, so I’m not playing around.)

 

Thank you for your consideration.

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Back in the air.

It has been a long time. Life happens. More on that another time.

In the meantime, by the time you read this, I’ll be on my way to another country for about 2 weeks. I’m heading to…


with short layovers in Panama City, Panama (my ancestral land) both ways and, during this trip, a stop in… well… let me surprise you with that one too. 😏😏😏

Stay tuned. The blog will be hot with photos. Until later.

 

P.S. Along with Twitter, you can also follow me on Polarsteps and travelstoke (#travelstoke on social media) for this trip.