Write, teach, quidditch, repeat.
This list is heavily based on the month I spent in the city as a poor student studying abroad in the summer of 2014. Lisbon has changed in the more than five years since then, so I wouldn’t call this the most up to date or complete travel guide. Call it an incomplete work in constant progress instead.
Lately, I’ll pick up a book, stick with it for a bit, and then set it aside and forget about it. In no particular order, here’s a peek at what’s in my TBFR (to be finished reading) pile.
Some books are quick reads. This is not one of them.
While the kids in the preschool class are singing songs for the end of year presentation we’re putting on to show the parents that their children really did learn something this year, I decided to give my students something I didn’t get much of in Portuguese school: poetry.
And since this is me we’re talking about, this week we did Fernando Pessoa’s Mar Portugues. I wrote about why this poem has had such an impact on my life, so go check that out if you haven’t already because I’m diving right in.
I want to write one thing but I should be writing something else.
Good thing I have my literary boyfriend Fernando Pessoa around to set me straight.
If you’ve heard me talk about anything Portuguese for any length of time, I’ll eventually start gushing about my literary boyfriend: Fernando Pessoa.
Happy World Poetry Day, everyone! Here’s one of my favorites: As Ilhas Afortunadas by Fernando Pessoa.
I left the house and walked out into a veil of fog that silenced the usual morning noises and shrouded the usual morning sights. It felt like a fitting way to start a week in a newly unfamiliar world.
Unrepentant fangirl that I am, I had a Fernando Pessoa quote immediately leap to mind to describe how I felt.
