A VIOLETA vai ter que esperar... o JOÃO já anda aí

A violeta vai ter que esperar, porque o João já por aqui anda...

Assim começa a Odisseia... A primeira amiga a pôr um crianço no mundo, e depois duma, dizem que vem outra e outra... e ...

Mesmo assim diz o Zé Boato, que a mãe entre cansaço e energias, tem vontade de pôr o pé na dança, farra e afins, o Paulo... não fala! Mas sem dúvida que contente, porque o filho com o seu pequeno nariz não deixa dúvidas da paternidade! Vou esperar pela tardinha, para eu ver, fotografar, derreter-me, e conlcluir...

e não tarda trago mais para contar!

Portugal? no...with julian,,,paradise!

with Petja,...any city become crazy!

and with marta... chemistry works

Autumn colours...summer end around here, but the sun shines, and sometimes the rain come for a short visit

it's amazing how we can feel a place so big when you’re a child, and when you’re a bit older...only a little bit older, you feel it so small,… but always with the same magic secret corners...

relaxed morning walking around Serralves's gardens, after one tasting breakfast by my father house. My father loves Petja,so you can try to imagine what he planed for a tasty breakfats ...

And when i joined Petja and Marta, my flatmate...he got crazy and he invited us for the best dinner and nice jazz concert!

full feelings, short words...that's Portugal Paradise my friends

and when the night comes...the moon bring us the light and the crazy waves

Sleeping and waking up directly on the beach brought me new images and feeling for this place and it's nature. When you sleep, cook, live there, you don't miss anything... the moon, the changes of the see that one night almost took our tent.... the oktobus/ polvo, that ate the rest of the dishes that we let on the see; the naked German families, the artificial shower that patrick made...hum cool new wild experience

It's amazing how a place can be lived in so different ways, depending with who you are. This is a paradise in South Portugal, that is better not to share the name.. Because them it stops to be a quiet adorable paradise...
I have bin there so much times in crazy adventures with THE girls, and this times, with more wild adventure, camping with Patrick and Rita, or in a cool romantic beach house with Julian. Hummmm So good all, so perfect. South brings me always this quiet good feeling!

HOME sweet HOME

SUN SUN SOMMER IN PORTUGAL

Sorry about my scheisse English! But I thought it was time to make you back to Maria’s new life…aiii Ofer I still didn’t get used…but every time I get stressed I remember you saying that you could not be more surprised about Te aviv. I get surprise sometimes…specially when I have foreigners around that give me their fresh super eyes!

Now I have 2 at home! Marta, comes from Valencia in Spain, Puia from Stuttgart. We are a comic combination at night when we go out already so drunk that I don’t know which language to speak. Anyway, next Friday my German course starts. How could I get so much pleasure learning this jhadhhadkjakdjjqdj? Hummm danke Julsinho!

Home sweet home.. uau! It took a time to feel myself used to this new life. Actually I still think that I am not used, and maybe that is not bad at all! Since I arrived from Berlin I didn’t stop, thought or relaxed at home one second. Managing a house gives work. Lots of work to ask for the money rent, to organize internet, pay light gas, new realities that until now where out of my sweet planet! Not difficult..only more things to organize and control. I feel myself a mother sometimes… and I remember mine, saying all the time. Attention the lights…uhh the water! Yeee now it´s my time to pay and learn!

But this management as also good cool things… uhh uh…danke papa for the pleasures of speaking with the carpenter or electricity man for some small nice details for the house...Our house will be a super delicious paradise. Step by step, we buy. We build, and we make the car full of things from family ikea…actually after buying in ikea, we loosed my car on the park… and I really don’t know how was possible to pack there everything. Fun , almost fun! For now we eat on the floor... amd enjoy the public garden in between my funny neighbors. Ahh!!! we live in a old social block from Siza, a famous Portuguese architect, that was recently ended and renewed .

el gaspacho...spanish traditional food cooked from portuguese..Marta coudn't do it!

For now we eat on the floor... amd enjoy the public garden in between my funny neighbors. Ahh!!! we live in a old social block from Siza, a famous Portuguese architect, that was recently ended and renewed .

Porto’s government invite from cheaper prices new couples, students, architecture office, to buy these new houses and with this money they renewed also the houses from the people that was already there…. Sometimes I hear someone saying to a kid really lout on the street: naaaando óooo Nándoooo come fast to bed or I make your ass on fire ! Really fun to hear the most rustic Portuguese language there! Marta and Puia need to learn Portuguese fast to get into it!

Verrückt nacht im CASA DA música

THE HOUSE FOR MUSIC

me and marta... the new flatmate

the "PUMA" uh uh uh !!! partiste a party!

Have faith when walking!

I have it now in Porto!!!Especially when drunk and get lost in a city where I lived for so long

the street to visit!
BOA =GUT

VISTA=AUSICHT

i live here come to visit

... remenbering u herr Patrick Chique...

...how could we get lost when returning home

running home!welcome HOME sweet HOME

the taxi drivers call it the PRISON

Super casa da MUSICA

uh...Super miguel! e lá estivemos nós como sempre a curtir em grande!

Family adventure

Taking a short flight or renting a Car? Uhhhh the adventure started in the moment Zezinho decided to find a car big enough to all of us! And attention, don’t forget that in my family people are really big!

We left our crazy house and we travelled to Spain, where my father organized lots of surprises for us. But he didn’t knew what we have also for him!

Sanabria area is located in the ZAMORA province, near the north east corner of Portugal. Puebla de Sanabria is a small typical castillian village, originally built on top of a rock around a deffensive castle, though the actual village has spread around the walls and outside the original rock.

The tiny historical center has a real medieval atmosphere with that magnificient castle where we slept and all those stone paved narrow streets, where we lets us loosed after some good glasses of wine! It was still not winter and we were freezing cold,...frizing for them, fresh for me after arriving from Germany. Even like this i need it to hear my father saying thousand times..you will get cold! (RITA...que MITO ahhh ??? sra DRa)

Sanabria is speacialy a nature's paradise, where the small houses are really well restored , maintaining their beautiful rustic charm... hummmand the smell of the flowers that fill the windows and balconies with colours...and the morning light so lighty...and the cold so cold in full sommer...hummmm!!!!The hotel on the castel, with it's small cosy corners made us resting enjoying all this landscape around us.

The hotel’s castle was full of small comfy corners, planed to give people different views above the incredible landscape around us. I liked specially the long chair loosed alone in this balcony on my room, where I let me sleeping again under the intensive and cold morning light.

But my sweet silence ended at breakfast in the moment my brother arrived with his 20ies energy. I could not believe that he was really eating a sandwich with salami, fried egg, cheese, and sweet marmelada/jamb… truly disgusting Ofer !

Walking drinking, laughing and eating , describe our holidays in short words...and surf architecture surf architecture

BILBAO... changing and changing!

It isn't anymore the city i saw the day that Gugenheim oppened.

The streets are full of people drinking eating and talking all the weekend, even at breakfast. Of course we could fit easily in this bohemian ambience

We stayed at one more of Gehry's fantasies, and my father delight. Hotel Domine... i can only remenbered my brother saying: Maria i know that you'r not my girlfriend... but i think we should....

Now when i remenber these words and the last paradise hotel where we slept also together...i Donn't want to imagine what he thought!

this bar received us always for some helpful drinks to make easily falling a sleep

Once again..congratulation Spain for the good restoration and preservation of old villages and center cities! It was amazing to feel the vitality of this old place full of people, young and a old, all mixed, enjoying some tapas and beers
Once again..congratulation Spain for the good restoration and preservation of old villages and center cities! It was amazing to feel the vitality of this old place full of people, young and a old, all mixed, enjoying some tapas and beers...











Rosita surprised us with some tickets for a nice opera, in this building machine that Robert would have liked for shore!

El Guga let my surfer bro really surprised....But...i didn't got convinced. Each time i come here, i get more disapointed.But i won't say that this skulpture was not important for Bilbau, because now, i feel the city dinamic, alive, full of energy!

having fun on the road...

having some massage on the road...

talking talking talking....

uhuhuh this car made us together

more and more together!

huuuhuh ahahahah and it's true...a new baby is comming soon!

My sister kept the new for the day i arrived with tires on my face!

and then...for the end....

a BIG GOOD END!!!!

The winery of Vinos Marques de Riscal is located in Elciego, in the Rioja region of Spain, and is one of the oldest wineries in the region...a perfect location for zezito's birthday...WINE...lots of wine,good food... relaxation and Beauty, combined with amazing nature! welcome paradise

zezito crazier and crazier every year!!!Happy birthday!!!

e la vai ele... voar de planador e fazer um curso de fotografia! Chegou o regresso às aulas!

"The clients, however, wanted a futuristic structure for their Ciudad del Vino – City of Wine – which comprises the winery, a museum, a spa facility, a banqueting hall and a hotel. Bringing the old and the new together harmoniously was a key challenge for the project"

And it was amazing to see how these ideas are clear there! The new building turns it's different facades for different contexts promoting a good connection between the old wine factories and the newer ones. And what one amazing context to build! A land made for wine, a small stone village where the church assume one import roll ; colorful fields of wine plants; … summer smell, wine smell! hummm

this bridge..took us to the best rooms i slept in my life and to a coAnd it was amazing to see how these ideas are clear there! The new building turns it's different facades for different contexts promoting a good connection between the old wine factories and the newer ones. And what one amazing context to build! A land made for wine, a small stone village where the church assume one import roll ; colorful fields of wine plants; … summer smell, wine smell! hummm

After a SPA and the emotions of a crazy dinner, we joined us on the hotel's library, where i felt really at home. The scale of the rooms, the materials, the furniture...everything is so comfy and made in a so different way than the outside. Congratulations Gehry!

I remenberd you all the minutes Ofer! And even in between the people i love i know that you would get crazy to share this unglaublich plaesure with me. Lareim to kopenhagen and to all that we have done !

The colors change all the day as the colors of the wine plants along the year

we could make a beautiful poem now.....ahh?

Hope you forgive my ugly English, but you enjoy a bit of this family adventure. I just arrived and I can't find some minutes to stop! Uni starts tomorrow, I change home, and everything is a bit different... I am different. Not happy, not sad...but I am enthusiastic, I know I have good friends here and..There and there...and specially a great family!

Picking up Patrick the "CHIQUE"

Ratatouille is a good funny and tasty word to start the story of one cool adventure of three good friends in Portugal. I pick up the amazing cookerRita Ratatouille in her hiding paradise in ugly Gaia, in between nice cookingsmells, tires, and wine, so good to know that I have someone to understandthe Berlin experience that I still cannot put in words.From her balcony, I made the best Porto's picture that I only sawin books, and that I know my eyes painted it in my heart!So strange this feeling to receive a bit of Berlin, in our land.

Patrick is arriving uh uh uh Patrick is arriving!We should prepare something special for Patrick's arrival...we thought Should we dress up hot and crazy? should we overdress and let him think we're totally different in our homeland...should we....We let this crazy welcome ideas, we robed a simple flower, we drew a sweetwelcome paper and we jump in between the wild not polite travel agents.Patrick was really overwhelmed by this nice welcomeseeing these two so sweet girls waiting for him with the sign"Herr Patrick Chique".Patrick grew up, we thought in between big Hugh.

Fizemo nos a estrada.... Vamos? we left Lisboa direction Porto, always near the coast, in between strong blue sky and crazy see. We stopped in Cascais for a swim and breakfast. Summer Portuguese style to start a good morning?

Cascais, is traditionally a seaside fishing village, a famous bathing portsince 19 th century, the old summer residence of the Portuguese monarchy.Nowadays still is "the place" for rich people to live, a hot spot for surfers, and a paradise for ice creams, a village that for touristy reasons doesn't want to become a city even when its population is growing and growing.

Maybe it is a real nice start for a vacation like this. When away from tourists, you can loosed yourself in the small white streets with small houses and gardens, this village still has its romance and charm,making you feeling that here people lives all the year in holidays.A

And we two...here we felt the powerful and relaxing feeling of holidays when warm for the sun we went for a cold swim in a clean water,Yellow beaches surrounded for palaces and houses falling on the rocks. The village is also prepared to proportionate life quality to its habitants. On this pad near the water disposals and machines give people the opportunity to do sport. Cool!We walked out of shoes, out of clothes...

The village is also prepared to proportionate life quality to its habitants. Onthis pad near the water disposals and machines give people the opportunityto do sport. Cool!We walked out of shoes, out of clothes...i forgot the portuguse social conventions and walked around on bikini, and Patrick exhibited his sexy underwear in the streets of Cascais. It feels like holidays!

And Maria almost crying when passing near irresistible grills full of sea food... and didn't have this holidays flavour.Humm hum hum Portuguese food is amazing!...wegan food also... Lisboa brought me a good wegan food experience. Wegan is good written patrick?


On the way out of Cascais we stopped in "Boca do Inferno" (Hell's Mouth, arecess of the coast surrounded by craggy rocks and caves, providing a fantastic spectacle when the sea dashes against them on stormy days.But when we arrived there was not much to see beside tourists and nice rock formations.



But the next stop outside the villages at a very rocky and windy beach was maybe from dreamland and the sun was always taking care of Patrick!uh uh uh strong see heating the rocks, the fisherman catching something undus, opening our arms and embracing nature that is so strong in this spot. "Titanic Patrick" loved this place and we too!


The stop after was celebrated with a cool picnic, that Rita provided welcome to Cabo da Roca!


Cabo da Roca is a cape<http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Headlands_and_bays>that forms the westernmostpoint of mainland Europe It was known to the Romansas 'Promontorium Magnum' and during the Ageof Sail as the Rock of Lisboa .


Above the 140 meters cliffs, we hided ourselves a little bit from the tourist groups,(there are quite a lot of them there)hearing a lot of different languages in our hide from behind,and we drunk "Irreverente" wine enjoying the nice view of hills and the rocky coast.

there on the landscape stopped being the main attraction, and we saw how a car and wine can do good to Patrick. He felt a sleep like a baby,moving his head in funny ways, and snoring, trusting totally in my drive abilities until we arrived in Obidos. Considered to be one of the jewels of Portugal's national heritage, perchedon a hill rising out of an agricultural plain, Obidos was once a wedding gift from King Dinis to Queen Isabel. This Charming small and fortified townis really suggestive of a medieval film set, stopped in time


Its beautyis retained in its narrow streets and elegant white washed buildings with balconies with colorful and perfumed flowers.

In Óbidos we proved Patrick for the first (but definitely not the last...) how good we are as guides, showing him a nice overview of the cemetery...Them we celebrated the sunset and first day in Portugal with Toupeirinha, asweet dangerous drink.


This time also Maria spoke with the angels while sleeping until Rita brought us to Porto,where a delicious Ratatouille was waiting for us in Rita's paradise,where Diana also joined us for Dinner.

While Rita almostalmost ((really)ahahahah) falling a sleep on her couch, Maria, Diana and Patrick went out to outside bar near the river, where Patrick was already astonished to see the beautiful portuguese girls.Here Patrick could eat (lopinos) again, remembering the time when Diana introduced them to him in Berlin. And he really loves them. (so the next day he bought 2 Kilos, 2 Kilos!!)Going further together with Diana the Porto nightlife knowing girl we went to another bar, which had a interesting locationon top floor of a building in the city center_MAUS HABITOS_ with 4 or more differentrooms, but a dancefloor with shitty music, as Patrick would say it.So this so nice first day concludes,...

(I think we should keep the dialogues ... It really shows the group dynamic!)

rita says!!!

and i say...writting in group is fucking difficult! Hope you enjoyed and don't hesitate to come for a visit, we are really good guides....ahahahaha!

From Bansky to the streets of Lisboa

Vida louca=Crazy life


PORCO= PIG

They are all over....

Lisboa for stencils

POrto for stickers

bom bom Rita, os meus lhos andam bem abertos

"To remember is, more and more, not to recall a story but to be able to call up a picture. (...) Narratives can make us understand. Photographs do something else: they haunt us." Susan Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Others. (2002)
= ICH WARTE HIER auf DICH

to see more about STENCILS culture in Lisboa...

fall the eyes from other people....
http://www.flickr.com/photos/justin_case/360627001/

POrto with new eyes

I woke up like a tourist in holidays in a place that he doesn't know good, and I got truly impressed with the morning light and fog , that hides Porto in a misterious way. And in first plan; in between this light and silence, Rita, sited on the roof reading a book. Such a big peace! I felt such a desire to make lots of nice noise to wake up Patrick and share with him this moment! This instantaneous views of Porto… this light and humidity that bring us any second a new photo.

Yeehhh…such a pity that I am so used to this city… because beauty is all over when I look out of this window. Rita said some seconds after…hum! Its beautiful, it's true…but when you wake up here all the days, you just get used...
Anyway, with beauty or without it, the "aveia" on the roof made me feel good, and reminded me those days with the GIRLS in berlins roofs. The day I stopped eating my nails. Danke Ritinha Ratatuie, minha mãe do Povo.

From there we went to get to know the city…loosing us in between the market candonga…how rita would say…or Vandoma for the experts, where we tried to find all the robed articles of the week. Ya…second hand market in Porto means, a market for robbed things! There we found the impressive view over the bridges, and the old abandoned houses with destroyed wood structures. Roof over roof, houses almost on top of one another. It looks like someone let some seeds falling from his pocket, all over the floor when walking around, planting houses after house , red, yellow, blue, with various ceramic _azulejos_ with colours or drawings telling us the story of the past of this city.

… I said… Patrick du hast so gut turisten eiern…
Trying to say… Patrick du hast so gut turisten augen

I felt that walking with Patrick or Rita by my side made me see so much things that for so long were hidden. This weekend I felt like a tourist also rediscovering the city and its beauty, its character. And also the buses… ya… Rita in one weekend almost convinced me that going around with bus is possible. I still prefer walking, using the car… but never more at night!!! Thanks Rita… drunk, with taxi or bus WORKS::: and good!

Patrick maybe what makes you really relax travelling in an auto…really …did you thought that the noise and movement of the car can take you to other planets?

Walking around made us starving and this is not actually difficult. Because in Porto, you're always going up going down, mountain after mountain, conquering new views over the city! So we made a small stop in Mercado do Bolhão, where you can still find good vegetables and fruits but specially the typical Portuguese products, like BROA, a special bread.

rita_There (I don t remember your impression but it was something like… you asked if people is always sstoping other people to ask things, to speak,… )and from here we wanted to say that in this market the women speak really lout , and in a strong porto accent, trying to convince you taking something.

rita_There (I don t remember your impression but it was something like… you asked if people is always sstoping other people to ask things, to speak,… )and from here we wanted to say that in this market the women speak really lout , and in a strong porto accent, trying to convince you taking something.

Later, in Miguel Bombarda, the galerie's street, was the collective vernissage of all galeries, sponsored by famous grouse... which meant, art exhibitions, free whisky, a ballerina on a gigantic swing, walking suits with umbrellas and beautiful girls.uhhhh Something starts happening on our streets...

And remembering Rak...No one can actually know Porto if he doesn´t know a stormy day

Later in the afternoon, going back home, with an icecream on the hand, crossing the bridge by foot to find ourselves in the neighbour Gaia...where again, this amazing view was waiting for us for a nice dinner in between friends.