Day 1

Yesterday was the first day of my life in Portugal and what a start. Tired and aching after football and an all nighter in London I felt I havent slept in weeks. My first impressions were cliche as a postcard sun, sea and im sure I saw some sand somewhere. Took a nice stroll around town to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city was very beautiful and made me realise that I made a great choice coming here. The illusion was broken by the sight of bloodied road kill, which brough back visions of the A11. The city itself was unsuprisingly reminiscent of Macau which I visited during the summer in particular the flooring with its black and white tiles, its the small things that make the difference. Our house is fantastic although basic in utilities its more than makes up for it in charm with a small desk placed against the window it reminds me of Moulin Rouge and gives me the urge to break out in song everytime I see it.