Lisbon - 1st day - kniazini refuses to adulthood
Exit Airport coffee for 1.5 euro zone for smokers - it starts well. Kniazini smoke ends and pulls carriage 44. In the city of cork, the people stand on their heads, but kniazini Alex has to sit, and the names of stops are elegantly displayed on a board that is not accidentally lost. Outside, it pours, but today the world falls at her feet. Restauradores - gets out, pulls the address from his pocket, compares with the street and sees that the number 65 is yes - Tabacaria. Well, maybe will not have a place to live, but never too many cigarettes. Enter, and there mirrored doors of a gold door knobs and crooked words "Kitsh Hostel." So they are and cigarettes and the royal bed in the hall of a 10-seater.
greets her lovely young lady, servant-maid as viewed from the place thrown onto the pavement, because the check - in is from 14ej. Intimidated her But the beauty kniazini surrenders without a fight and disappears (without a camera, which will prove beneficial, because in Lisbon deszczyku drown passport, notebook, wallet, and my head) like a ghost. The joy of eating cake on the cardboard tray - in good light will surely look for the silver.
its first observation is as follows - as well as in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwill also find all pierdółkarnie are run by Indians Pakistanis, Bangladeshis - always polite and often handsome - with a smile on my face so overpay for an umbrella (and this is cheaper than Barca, except that in their own birthday kniazini have a collar must be dry) and boldly moves to conquer the narrow, cobbled streets. And just as quickly discovers her mistake Shoes - accustomed to the flat, but the last cold of Barcelona, \u200b\u200btook because only one pair of boots - warm and, yes, but it is high heels. This leads to the river turns right and dignified, though tottering, delves into the narrow streets between the dilapidated plaster, dirty tiles, broken windows, abandoned houses. On the streets shit stench and places. Acquaintance. Waves back memories of Salvador da Bahia - kniazini again is 22, not 26 years old. But it also welcomed Brazil carnival downpour at the entrance to the port - the two weeks after punching a yacht from St. Helena, had to get his ship off the coast of new land for two hours to start something to see at a distance greater than 10 feet and listened to coming from sound bank last parade on the waterfront ... and there is so similar, it's just damn cold and squares No half-naked, glistening with sweat, the young gods, practicing capoeira. In general, something people in these streets no - sometimes heard somewhere przemykających American tourists who are surprised at everything - from a stray dog, which ran the road, along a piece of glass on the sidewalk. They are not sure whether to admire, or turn heads with disgust.
But the duchess Alexander High is in its element syfiarskim - Princess, on śmiecio - throne. And the only, causing slight discomfort is not so much gallons of water, which after half an hour cause that her pants have double color documents in a bag sail, and boots is a puddle, just a fact - the princess is not meticulous, for great is the spirit - that the pavement gets slippery. So begins the Duchess of wondering why a child left her figure skating lessons - because she could no longer reach the Bairro Alto area - whether uphill or downhill, poor slides on all sides and dignified behavior poses kniazini comes to her with great difficulty. What a shame! Legs hurt from the constant tension. But soon Alexander recalls that in absinthe's birthday had to try - so little there to find it a little bit there to get warm and podsuszyć, he begins an odyssey through all shops flaszkami. The streets along the way more and more wavy. Howl Knees "these, Princess, as I leave the brain at home, although Save the tendon." Unfortunately, ignorant Portuguese absinthe everywhere have only one type of - Clear, in the ugly bottle (and yet had to be in a crystal carafe of red cushion), and even though the road is at least a rum Havana Club Anejo (15-year-old). In this situation, the duchess can not agree on the green fairy, devoid of color - must be cut to hold - so when after another, forced sliding of cobblestones, kniazini butt lands in the supermarket, running out of time to think - and already in your shopping cart podzwania cheap whiskey and coca cola plus the olives on a snack - it may not yet scheduled for this day burżujstwo, but after all, although Birthdays may be discontinued kniazini sulfur ...
When four hours after reaching the hostel, our heroine has the impression that consists of jelly. Possibly dipped in cold tea biscuits dead. Therefore, takes shape in a warm, fleece robes and doing your first drink (pardon! was supposed to be "drunk", not "doing" - it is known that on this manor armed). A little warmer. Doing a second drink, adjustable hour on the phone, sets the alarm clock, mute sound, happily sits down to a computer. Third dopija not even drink because watershed her dream. This afternoon is
kniazini an appointment with my friends from the class of high school. Looking forward to this meeting, because they had not seen for over seven years. But when he wakes up in terror states that it is overdue for an hour, as representative of the royal family is not fitting - alarm clock did not call, because the time reset, but not on this page, and on the phone the entire list of missed calls. Dropped from the hostel as soon as possible, on the road thinking, how come after so many years to recognize their padrugi. But here they are - the same girls with whom she did a high school diploma. Asia is already a mother, lives in Portugal with her husband and child, Ada is a correspondent of Polish Radio, in addition to Asia at the wedding she met a Portuguese ... but after five minutes I recall, as it was, the princess Gdynia and Ada for the school caught on the pipe Director of Administration, "Remember, Olek, before even we did not know that there is a woman!" ...
time by its shameful neglect are short, but Alex has the impression that it is withdrawn - no longer even twenty two, and again eighteen years.
But they must come back - and she climbs back in around the hostel. It comes to dinner at a nearby pub - this time only serves pizza - the stomach takes the royal family happily Mediterranean cuisine. He realizes, however, our heroine, that in the morning she drank only two drinks, so poured into ice-cold Coke in myself, and after a while to discover that he can not speak. Dozes over pizza - because zarwana night because an early flight, because of its timing are the most important and best wishes ringing in the middle of the night, because the rink for half a tiring day, because a lot of experience because ... But from that day you will no longer be able to enjoy the privilege concessionary tickets ... so kniazini
returns to the hostel, and falls a swoon, into the arms of Morpheus ...
Lisbon – Day 1 – princess says no to adulthood
On the exit from the air port – cafe for 1,5 euro and a zone for smokers – that is a good start. The princess finishes her cigarette and there she comes – her carriage no. 44. There is a traffic jam and in the bus people are standing on one another but princess Aleksandra has a place to seat and the names of stops are shown on the liquid-crystal unit so that she would not get lost. Behind the windows it’s pouring but today the world is paying it’s respects to the princess. Restauradores – she gets out, takes the card with the address out from the pocket, checks the street and what she sees is – there is number 65 but in the place there is only Tabacaria. Well – maybe the princess will have no place to sleep but there is never too many cigarettes. She enters and there they are – huge doors with golden knobs and a crooked inscription “Kitsh Hostel”. So she has cigarettes as well as a queen’s bed in a room for 10 people. She is received by a charming young lady – real court’s maid – and instantly is being thrown out – the check in starts at 2 p.m. The princess overwhelmed by young lady’s charm and beauty disappears instantly like a ghost (without a photo camera which is going to turn out as salutary because as future events will prove, in the Lisbon rain she will drown passport, notebook and even her own head). Happiness drives her into eating a cake served on a cardboard salver (in the proper light it would seem silver).
Her first observation is as following – as in Barcelona – all the souvenir shops are held by Indians, Pakistanis or Bengalis – always very kind and usually handsome – so she overpays for the umbrella with a smile on her face (still – it’s cheaper than in Barcelona and at least on her own birthday she shall keep her collar dry) – and there she goes for the conquest of narrow, paved streets. And soon enough she discovers her shoe mistake – used to cold but flat Barcelona, she took only one pair of shoes – warm they are but high - heeled. She reaches the shore of the river and turns right – walking with dignity but without certainty – into narrow streets, crushed plaster, dirty tiles, broken windows, empty houses. On the streets there is dirt and stink. And stink is surprisingly familiar. Memories from Slavador da Bahia are coming back in waves – there princess is 22 again instead of 26. The Brazil also greeted her with carnival pouring rain on the entrance to the port – while after two weeks of Atlantic crossing from St. Helena she had to wait for two hours until the visibility becomes a bit better and listen to the fading sounds of last parade on the waterfront… And here everything is so similar – just a bit damn colder and there are no young, half naked and shining with sweat gods practicing capoeira on the squares. There are generally few people on the streets – from time to time she just can hear some American tourists crossing the street and showing their astonishment because of stray dogs or pieces of glass on the pave. They seem not to be sure if they shall be thrilled or disgusted.
But Princess Aleksandra the Tall is in her dirty rage… The princess on her garbage throne. And the only thing that makes her feel a bit uneasy is – no, not the liters of water falling from the sky which cause that after half of hour her trousers are two colored, her documents are drifting in her purse and her shoes resembles swimming pools – no the princess is not pedantic – it’s just the fact that the pave is becoming slippery. So the princess starts to wonder why she decided to give up on figure skating classes – cause now she already is in Bairro Alto – and no matter if she is walking up or down the hill – she slides crazily and keeping the pose of proud princess is becoming almost impossible. What a shame! Legs hurt from tension. But than Aleksandra reminds herself that on her b-day she was to try absinth so – a bit to find it and a bit to dry herself up she starts her odyssey around liquor shops. Streets resemble waves and her knees are screaming – “hey, princess maybe you left your brain at home but at least take care of your sinews!”. Unfortunately Portuguese ignoramuses have only one kind of absinth – white and in an ugly bottle (and it was supposed to be in a crystal carafe served on a red pillow) and expensive like if it was Havana Club Anejo (15 years old) rum. In such situation the princess cannot accept green fairy without color – one cannot forget about the style – so while after next slippery part she lands with her ass on the pavement in front of the supermarket – there is no more time to wonder and she ends up with cheap whiskey, coca cola and olives in her trolley – maybe not the real bourjois planned for that day – but still she at least can ban sulphur.
When after four hours our heroine finally reaches the hostel she feels like if she consisted of jelly or maybe biscuits dipped in cold tea. So she puts on warm clothes and prepares the first drink that day (pardon! – not prepares, she drinks – the drink magically shows up in her hand). It’s becoming warmer. She drinks the second one, changes time in her phone, sets the alarm, turns the sound off and happily sits in front of the computer. She does not finish the third drink cause she falls asleep.
This evening the princess has an appointment with her friends from high school. She is happy for this meeting cause she hasn’t seen them for over seven years. But when she wakes up she notes with horror that she’s an hour late which is so inadequate for the royal family member - but the alarm did not start cause the time was changed in the wrong direction and there is a whole list of not received calls on her phone. She hurries out from the hostel thinking about how the hell she’s going to recognize her friends after all those years but! – there they are – the same girls. Asia is already married and a mother and Ada is a journalist of polish radio working in Portugal and living with a man she met on Asia’s wedding. And after few minutes she reminds herself how she and Ada were caught smoking by the administrative director of their school “and you remember Ola, before that we didn’t even know that such a woman exists!”
Because of the princess negligence they don’t have much time but Aleksandra feels like if the time has moved back and she is not even twenty two now but eighteen.
But girls have to come back – and she is climbing back to the hostel. She goes for the dinner to the nearby restaurant – at this time they serve only pizza – luckily the royal stomach takes Mediterranean cuisine. But then she realizes that since the morning she had only two drinks, so she has ice cold coca cola after which she cannot talk anymore. And she falls asleep over the pizza because of the night without sleep, cause the flight was early in the morning, cause her most important people have great timing and call her in the middle of the night, cause the road was slippery, cause she had so many experiences that day… cause since that day she won’t be able to use the privilege of buying cheaper tickets anymore…
So princess comes back to the hostel and falls straight into the arms of Morpheus...
