I guess I haven't written in a long time. Every time that I've wanted to write about something, I either find something that I would rather do (watch TV, or read some portuguese book about crooks who don't use guns) or I go to rowing. I'm rowing 6 times a week. It's great fun.

I'm not feeling any great inspiration that has to do with Portugal at the moment, so I'll go ahead and talk about those pictures. The first two are from rowing. The top image was taken on the dock at about 8h30. I was lounging about, waiting for a ride from my mom, and I decided to take a seat on the dock, to see the water. The water is incredible. It has emotions. Sometimes it gets pissed off, and starts to snarl and growl like an equally angry. One should be about as careful with the water in such conditions, because it can easily break you in half. Other times, it beckons, chearful, calm, mirrorlike. That evening, when I took that picture, I was laying down, watching the clouds churn above me. They were about to erupt. But everything was so calm. The water wasn't moving. There was no current. The vertible calm before the storm. And what a storm. My dad likes to say that when it rains really heavily it's like a cow pissing on a rock. Well, that night, it was as if the entire herd decided to piss on the same rock.

The second photo was taken by one of my friends from rowing. The oars in the backround are sweep oars.

The third photo was taken last night, at the Benfica party. For those who don't know, Benfica is a soccer club in Portugal, being by far the most popular. While I'm not a fan of Benfica (POOOORTO), I figure that a party's a party, so what the hell? In the central roundabout in Aveiro, there were a ton of people, singing, yelling, getting drunk. On a Sunday night. Fantastic. There were guys running around with out shirts on, and pick up trucks with 20 people in the back, jumping up in the down. Those unlucky enough to be passing through the city at that time last night also got rocked. I mean, rocked, literally, by about 10 drunk benfiquistas. Excellent party. I won't go into too many details, but the picture is of one of my friends, a true benfiquista, joyful, arms spread wide open.

I've got about a month and a half left before they drag me, kicking and screaming, onto that jet airplane in Lisbon. I don't want to go back to Minnesota right now. I want to spend the summer here, just hanging out with friends, camping, visiting Spain and the rest of Portugal. The rest of Portugal, no, but I would have the oppurtunity to explore a little bit. This country is so big, it's ridiculous. It's a little dot on the world map compared to the US, but there is so much to live here.

Não sei se vou escrever mais um post antes que termine a minha estadia aqui, portanto, espero que tenham gostado de ler um pouco acerca da minha aventura inesquecível em Portugal!

Talvez faça um blogue do próximo ano na América para os meus amigos de Portugal. Se o fizer, vou escrevê-lo em português!