Underground

I know, I know.

I kinda, sort of, didn't uphold my deal to share my Portugal trip experience. And that was like, over six months ago. Boy, doesn't time fly by. I'm not making any promises anymore, I'm not that good at keeping them anyway. What I am doing, saying is, somehow, sometime, I will definitely post something.

For now, let me back up to Portugal. To the past that visited the other past.

It was all what I was afraid of. I stayed for a few days in Lisbon, before heading to the town I lived when I was there - Caldas. And it all struck me as new, and familiar all at the same time. It all came to me. Yes, this was a place I knew, a place where I'd been before. The smells were all the same, so familiar. And there were new scents too. The ones that didn't matter to me before but that made such difference.

Backing up to the past: I recalled, that I actually lived in Lisbon, for about three months. At the time I just sat around and did nothing. I didn't go to school, didn't have any friends. It all resumed in watching portuguese television and going out to shopping malls with my mom and brothers. Or ocasionally, going around Lisbon to do our green card. But I should say, a lot of times my mom wasn't there, she had to work. So it was up to me, even if my grandma was there, to solve a couple of things. Like take my youngest brother to the doctor, when he began to have this weird rashes all over his body that looked like white spots, and we later discovered that it was an allergic reaction spread to his skin because of his asthma. The respiratory symptoms were replaced by those. And I would have to go around when I decidedly wanted to go out. But always with my grandma or brothers tagging along. And from that, I got to know Lisbon. Not all of it of course, there's so much further away from your house and places you normally go, that a teenage 13 year old girl and her younger brothers could go by themselves. But anyway, I got to learn how to ride the subway.
And man, when you go underground it's like this magic place that can drop you off anywhere and you don't even see the time go by. Or even more to that, you don't see the roads it takes, or the houses and buildings that it passes by. I mean, there's this beauty I find on skipping a few things. Not because it's easier, it's more peaceful, quiet, and if you know your way around that little tube, you never get lost. Not ever.
So I did enjoy very much riding the subway and going to the places I knew. And to new places I had never been to. It felt good, that feeling. It was all familiar yet all new. There was so many dejà-vù that it let me dizzy. In a good way though...