Saturday night.

It was a dark and stormy night (really), so we went to dinner at Louis´ brother Miguel´s house. We drove through the evening on the main freeway and just as the last bit of light dissapeared and the sky turned black and the fog engulfed us we turned off onto this small mountain road seemingly leading a lone windy path into the hills. After rounding some dark corners, illuminated only by the cars head lights that shot light which refracted off the fog sorrounding us in a bubble of grey light, we broke through the smoke thick fog and were presented with the view of a large valley speckled by the lights of of a hundred tiny houses. We wove our way down into the valley only to criss-cross our way back up the other side where we finally encountered our destination. As soon as we pulled into the driveway we were greeted with open arms and open umbrellas by Miguel. We entered the warm house to see a table set with all kinds of delicious things to eat. There was pizza(baked traditionally in a stone oven), these really good peas called Piu-Piu´s, and tons of other delights. We ate and merry-made and ate some more. And after eating and drinking as much as we could we had cake and other traditional portuguese desserts like chocolate salame. (not really salame but it´s like a chocolate roll thing, it´s really good.) After somemore hours we left and headed home. When we got back on the freeway we were met with snow! We slowed down and enjoyed it a bit. After that, comfy in the warm car, I fell asleep. This morning over breakfast we watched on T.V. and saw that our snow had made the national news. Cool. It´s still cold here and outside has been un-appetising lately. Até Já.

First part of weekend.

Actually I´ll start with Friday. I had extra classes Friday night because we didn´t have art on Monday so we needed to make it up on Friday. After that I went home, ate a quick dinner of Rice and Duck and dressed up to go to the theater! We all had tickets to go to the Teatro Viriato because Sofia and Louis donate there anually. The play we went to see was called The Café and it was probably the most bizzare spectacle I´ve ever seen. Don´t get me wrong, it was a spectacular peice of art, but as far as being even close to comprehensible... Well. I understood most of what was being said, all of it was in Portuguese of course. But the plot of the play was strenuous. I´ll start with describing the theater itself. Teatro Viriato is situated on the corner of a city block, part of a cluster of buildings. The corner it is on is rounded and the theater is shaped like a triangle with the corner facing the street rounded. The whole side is a group of windows and inside you can see three levels. Each level has a balcony looking out the window and sorrounding what looks like a giant column. On the bottom is ticket sales, second is a bar and the third level has entrances to the theater. This column is hollow and inside is the theater. On the floor (bottom level) of the chamber are a bunch of seats and the other levels around the edge on the inside have seats as well. The stage is situated just off the edge of the column. It is a really cool building. The stage was set up like a Coffee shop, it had tables and chairs and stuff. Around the edge of the stage were screens and cameras and props (Like fish tanks with little boats in them) and other random weird stuff. The actors would give all their monologues and soliloquies into a mic with a camera on top and the resulting images were then displayed on all of the screens around us. The script was about a Coffee shop next to a gambling parlour and the troubled gamblers who would go get coffee. I won´t say more incase any of you want to see the play. The whole time there was a narrator who would walk around the stage all serious and constantly changing costumes, the only words he would ever say were amounts of money and when anyone would start to say a price he would say it aloud for them. I dunno, it was really odd. I really liked it though. After the play I went straight home and fell asleep. Today (saturday) I woke up and had tennis. That was fine. On our way home from tennis it started snowing! More like slushing but it was great. I have been home the rest of the day as I am tired and the weather is just too cold and too wet to go out. :( Tonight we´re going to have dinner at Louis´ parents house. That´ll be cool. And then who knows? I don´t have school this Monday so we´ll see where I get to!

Weekend of Ice!

,WOW, I really don´t know where to start. This weekend was just so much fun. Even though I didn´t even leave Viseu I felt like I did so many new things. Okay, so chronologilcally: Friday I had school, then after I went to make some photocopies,(really cool) and then I went to the bus station to pick up my friend Sebastian Lande, who is another AFS exchange student, at around 6. After we met up in the bus station we headed to go get a bite to eat. I know this really good café really close to the bus station that has these amazing things called Lancheiras, they are like these... I dunno, I guess you could call them pastries, with ham and cheese melted together on the inside. They are probably as big as a slice of pizza, the same shape too but they are semi-round and only one unit, not a slice of anything. They dough is done to perfection, a nice light brown, gooey on the inside and just crisp on the outside, the cheese and ham are layered together and moist and melty. They are so good and are only 1 euro and they really fill you up. Well, we took our Lancheiras and went and sat in the plaza and savored our delicious snack. After that I showed him the central city park and we headed home. After dinner we went to this really cool talent show at the local college. The college really reminds me of SOU in that it´s not super prestigious but it´s fun, has a heart and has good education. This talent show was a benifit for Autism and was packed, a really good sign. The first half of the show wasn´t all that spectacular, a bunch of music performances of mixed age groups, none of which would even compete at the AHS talent show. Then there was a little break with free food and drink, and then the second half. The second bit was infinitely better. There was an acoustic duo who performed, one guy with a classical guitar and the other guy with a traditional portuguese guitar. The portuguese guitar is reallt cool, it´s like a cross between a mandolin and a turtle. It has twelve strings and is shaped like a dome, and the neck is really cool with a hook like thing on top. Well this group was really cool and inspiring. The rest were ok but not really memorable, and then the grand finnally. A TUNA! No, not the fish. A tuna is a special kind of college music group with about 20-30 men all wearing big black cloaks and huge, black, wide brimmed hats with guitars, ukalelees, portuguese guitars, basses, flutes, you name it and a really important instrument:Tamborines. Well this tuna was called TUNADÃO (Dão is the region in which I live and where the college is) and apparently they won a tuna competition or something and are well known. Tunas can be found in colleges all over the Iberian peninsula and are the equivalent to pep-bands in America but really traditional and prestigious. Well, all the guys with instruments made a wide half-circle around the center of the stage and started singing and playing really loudly and boistrusly. Don´t get me wrong it was really good music and it definitely recquired skill but it sounded like someone gave instruments to a frat party and started singing the fight song. Now, this is what Tuna is but somehow it felt more full of art than beer if you catch my drift. As the music kept roaring you could feel a definite build up in the atmosphere of the place and then bam! The guys with Tamborines and flags blasted out into the middle of the stage and started, litterally, beating them selves with their instruments in time with the music. After a minute I realized they were dancing and was awestruck. The flag bearers where twirling away and the guys with Tamborines were doing acrobatics and throwing their instruments, and the whole time the music was blasting and everything fit perfectly together. It was really, really, really cool. Amazing, inspiring, what you want. This lasted till about 1 in the morning and then we headed home exhausted and passed out.
Saturday: On Saturday we woke up and made breakfast and then headed out on an epic bike loop of Viseu. We started with going to Fontelo, the biggest city park, then weaved through the narrow city streets to Sé (Central Cathedral area). There we saw that Sé was closed for about another hour and a half so we decided to head out and return later. After this we went around the town and saw all the monuments. We decided we didn´t want to take the bikes with us back to Sé so we ditched them at home and headed back. At Sé we went into the big main Cathedral and were let into the museum section for free, so we went all around and took pictures and admired the view and all the old stuff. After that we went to the Museum Grão Vasco where we saw all kinds of really cool art. Then we hit up the museum in the other church and headed to Forum (a mall in downtown Viseu). We grabbed a quick lunch in Forum and then we had to recharge Sebastian´s cell phone. After this it was really cold so we went home. For dinner we all went out to my favorite pizza restaurant Piazza Di Roma. We ate and merry made there until late and, after meeting up with some friends of Louis and Sofia´s, we all went home. Know before I say this next part let me tell you a little story. Or more, A History. I´ve never been one for sports video games, I dunno, something about them just doesn´t really appeal to me. What that is I´m not sure, or not willing to say risk offending all you sports enthusiasts out there, Kidding. Well, anyway, I´m just not that great at them and, I pride myself as being a lover of the finer things in life and, not to say that video games aren´t, but... So Afonso is really good at this one sports game called Pro Evolution Soccer and he plays it all the time and I would say he has mastered the art of domination in this particular video game. I dared play him once and found myslef sacrificing my players with red cards at the end of the game just to put a little hurt on Afonso´s, albeit virtual, team. I lost a whopping 8-0. After this I haven´t really gone near the game. Well, After dinner me and Sebi headed down to the basement for a game of Foosball, now Fooseball I have grown to like and would normally be down to play it but we were both really tired so I opted for something less arrousing (we tend to shout and jump around alot when we play Foosbal) and offered we play videogames instead. Sebastian was up for that and when he saw we had Pro Evolution Soccer he said we must play. I warned him of my pre-disposition and he said not to worry. Sure enough he wooped me hard the first game and sent me sneaking of like a dog with its tail between its legs. Sebastian felt bad after this slaughter so he offered to train me in the art of PES. After a couple matches of practice and explination I felt I was ready to test my skills in a real game. This time the score was a little more even and I think he ended up winning by only one point. (In hindsight I see he was going easy on me still) Afonso came down after not to long, and jumping at the opportunity to get out of the losers seat I suggested that Afonso play Sebi. It just so happens that the master (Afonso) was ``out of practice´´ and lost to Sebastian by one point in a sudden death shootout. The next couple of games Sebi continued to assert his dominance and I continued to slip lower in my seat. It was time for bed.
Sunday:Sunday we woke up late and headed straight to the farm for lunch. We ate well and I took Sebi on a tour of the place. We played more foosball and a round of ping-pong before leaving. Instead of returning home we were dropped of at the Palacio De Gelo or Ice Palace to walk around. This is one of the Biggest Shopping malls in all of Portugal and is a 10 minute walk from my house. I think it´s like six stories of sheer shopping madness. The Ice palace has a bunch of unique stores but there is one in particular that is really famous. The Minus 5 ice lounge. The Minus 5 ice lounge is a bar entirely carved out of ice. It costs 13 euros for 30 min. and the bar is kept at a chilling -12 degrees celsius. When Sebastian saw this he said we just had to do it, A because we are exchange students and we must take advantage of every experience and B he saw a show about this on tv and he said one time in his life he would go there and tell his grandchildren about it. So, we went in. I only had shorts on but they gave us full gear to survive in the sub-arctic tempuratures, JK. We had a blast and took well over a hundred pictures. After we went back around the mall and saw a for real Formula 1 racing car. After that we ran out of time and had to deliver Sebastian back to the bus station. We got on the bus and made it home fine and we are left with the memories (and ton of pictures) of a really worthwhile weekend!

Weekend.

So this last weekend was really fun. On saturday I woke up and had tennis as usual. After tennis I went home and took a quick shower, dressed up in my suit and headed to Fun Languages to do a presentation with one of the advanced classes. Only two students could show up that day (Out of about 8) but I did the presentation anyway. I started out talking about the states and where I´m from and then we moved into politics, the (post)election and the current global economic crises. I got to draw fun, un-accurate graphs on the white board and joke around about the dollar bill that was on the table, I said it was hardly worth their time to pcik it up! It was all in good fun and we all had a good time. After that I went home and prepared for a friend of mines birthday party that was to be that night. At about 7:30 I met up with another friend and we headed to the club where the Birthday party was going to be. The club is called City-ponto-come (pronounced City-point-com like a web address.) It is a big building with several dining rooms, a main dance floor and an upper level lounge. We first all met up in the lobby and were each given a card to buy things with. You use this card to buy whatever you want and then when you leave you pay the balance on your card (a good marketing strategy if you ask me). We all ate dinner together and chatted about whatever and then headed up to the lounge to play billiards. After about two hours of this a live-band began to play on the stage/dance floor and we all went to watch. I guess the band is pretty famous, they´re called ON A PLAIN and they are a portuguese chick rock band but the lyrics are all in english. It was pretty good and we all had fun. After that I went home with two other freinds and went to sleep. The next day (sunday) was rad. I woke up and made pancakes for everyone, ate my fill and took a shower. When I got out of the shower I was suprised to find another exchange student, Kaylah from Boston, waiting in out living room. Kaylah is with a different program than me and she lives about 20minutes by car away from Viseu. We don´t really see each other much, infact this was only the second time we had met. Well all of us, Sofia, Louis, Afonso, Kika, Amelia (My Grandma) and Ellen (an english teacher at Fun Languages who we met up with) went out to lunch at a Brazilian Rotisery grill. How this restaurant works is really cool, everyone sits around a big table and the cook brings out one giant skewer of meat at a time. All the meat is really, really good and done to your liking. You take however much meat you want off the skewer and then the waiter passes on to the next person. This cycle of bringing different meats continues until it is humanly impossible to eat any more and then you go for dessert. For the main meal I had all kinds of meat but one that really stuck in my mind were the most delicous (actually only) chicken hearts I have ever had. While being here I have also tried, like and continue to eat Rabbit, baby goat, entire roasted pig, octopus (not to uncommon) and other foods not un-heard of in the States but not necessarily normal. One food I´ve really acquired a taste for are Chestnuts or buckeys, here called castanhos. They are prepared in all types of ways and can accompany anything from seafood, goat to chocolate cake. They are also really good solo. Well after this intricate lunch followed by roasted bananas we went to a medeival town called Almeida (I´m sorry I can´t actually remember the name now, but I´m 99.99% sure thats right). This town is a really small restored medeival Portugues village that is open for tourists and the like on weekends. I don´t think anyone really lives there full time. The town is tucked away on the side of a small valley fairly distant from any major roadways or towns. Viseu is about 20-30 minutes by car. It is the most rustic (portuguese style rustic) place I have ever seen. The town actually has a really nice website about it and I´m sure it´d be easy to find with a quick google search if you are so inclined. After wandering the streets of this little settlement we headed back home. On monday I got my first big Philosophy test back and was stoked and shocked to see I got a 13 (out of 20 possible points)! This test was and the class is, of course, entirely in Portuguese, and me with out ever taking a formal Philosophy class prior to this one was very impressed. I´m also really looking forward to this next weekend as an AFS friend of mine is coming up from Lisbon to stay with me friday through sunday! Well, that´s all for now, Até Já!

Politics.

So I just realized I hadn´t posted anything over the presidential elections in the States. Here the elections were a huge deal, everyone was really supporting Obama but they all seemed really pessimistic to me. I think with him winning their views were changed. I watched some about it on t.v., talked about it with friends, family and teachers. I was happy when I heard Obama had won, even though it was the next morning! I would have had to stay up until 2am to have watched the whole thing and that wouldn´t have been a good idea as I had school the next day. I guess that kind of sums up how I felt about it. Not that it wasn´t historically, internationally and ridiculously important, I just new there wasn´t much for me to do and I would rather sleep than stay up with crossed fingers. Well, I don´t know if you´ve heard but here in Portugal the new Ministry of Education has been giving the teachers a hard time. The Ministry apparently assigned a whole bunch of pointless tasks to the teachers like grading one-another and filing stupid reports etc. The teachers really didn´t take kindly to this as they are busy enough already and think this is all utterly beurocratic and a waste of time. The Ministry of Education didn´t really have a good rep in the first place and was the subject of a lot of criticism. Well with these new assignments the teachers just kind of boiled over. There has been a lot of protests in the streets and a lot of hullabaloo over this in the news. Today our Portuguese teacher lectured over this and we got to the subject of teachers rights etc. One thing that she said that really stuck in my mind was, something like this; she said that she remembered last year, when the Ministry didn´t have a lot of power and didn´t assign a ton of lousy tasks, when she only had to work afternoons on some days and how she enjoyed waking up at nine every morning, going to get coffee, walking the dog and doing other things before having to go and teach. She also said that the majority of teachers here only teach as a ``Hobby´´ or ``Part-Time Job,´´ and that they don´t want to spend their out-of-school time correcting tests or doing things related to school. She said that now, with stricter scholastic regulations, she was waking up earlier and spending more of her free time evaluating students and doing other things pertaining to school and that is worth picketing for. Boo-Hoo. I always thought that the European countries had way more sophisticated schools and valued education at all costs, and that learning wasn´t about grades, money or jobs, but individual growth and inspiration and finding answers to lifes bigger questions etc. Now I dunno. I still have plenty of faith in the majority of the Portuguese people being bright and valuing education and all the values I previously listed but maybe the beurocratic motives of the government and teaching staff are askew. Maybe the Portugese Government very realistically wants to create more industry in Portugal and be a more competitive nation in the global economy because in the recent past Portugal hasn´t been this way. And by teaching kids directly for a profession is a good way to get a lot of them out into the cities working and putting Portugal ``on the map´´ economically speaking. But I think kids should be learning as much for future professions as for personal growth and understanding. I have always thought the goal of an education is not just for cranking out products efficiently or being machinelike in whatever area of work one may choose but equally in becoming an intellectual, conscience being. I think there is a lot of room for debate on this topic but I´ll leave it at this for now. I just want to add this to all the kids in Ashland at AHS, or anywhere in anyschool for that matter, that most of your teachers spend a good 80% (really rough estimate) of their week hours to support you in your journey through highschool. I remember last year hearing stories from Ms. Hernandez about how she spent all weekend grading our lousy (Joking) essays and how she wanted to inspire us with projects to better our community. It might be a lot of work from everyone but I feel it is really benificial to all. So be thankful for that I guess. Até Já.

Tidbits.

Today was interesting and full. I woke up at 8.25 for my first day of my new class: History of Portugal. I will only have this class once a week and it´s just for me to be able to learn a little more about Europe and Portugal and their relationships between the rest of the world. It went fine and I think it will be really cool. After that I had Art. Right now in Art we are practicing with ``China Paint´´ as the translation goes, it is a runny black paint that you use with an apparatus that resembles a scalple more than an art utensil. I keep slicing gashes into my paper and spilling ink everywhere, it is really frustrating. After that I had math and lunch, both went well. This week is another ``List´´ election, this time we are electing a list to be in charge of the senior class trip. It doesn´t really pertain to any of the other students but there is loud music and all the other perks (minus food) :( of the last elections. After lunch today I participated in the Math Olympics at my school. The questions on the test were really hard and I´m only somewhat confident of my answers. We´ll see how that goes. I hate that feeling when you know there´s something else to say but you just can´t remember. Oh well, maybe next time.

Discovering.

This last weekend I discovered the magic of a very special place here in Viseu. I´ll get to the details later but I think that´s a good opening sentence :) On Saturday I woke up early as usual and had tennis lessons with Afonso. I think I´m getting the hang of tennis and look forward to the lessons each week. After tennis I went home but still felt like being active so I hopped on a bike and went to explore one of the city parks. This park is named Fontelo and it´s slogan is ``Center of life,´´ justly so I think. Fontelo is situated just outside the heart of Viseu and provides some of the best views of the commanding cathedral ``Sé´´. I have been to this park before, but only to one section and that´s the soccer fields. Fontelo is home to four full size soccer fields complete with stadiums and the likes. Apparently the national team trained here for the EuroCup a while back. These stadiums are situated in the very front of the park right behind one of the last standing Roman gates of the city. I´ve been to the soccer fields to watch some of Afonso´s games which have all been very exciting. Next to the soccer stadiums there is a basketball/handball stadium, a tennis stadium, a building for squash and raquetball I think and a large picnic area set under rows of giant sicamores. All this is merely only about a third of what Fontelo has to offer. As I ventured deeper into the park I rode my bike up and down winding trails past special zones set up with excersise challenges called a ``Maintenance Circuit´´ as the translation goes. I also stopped at a bouldering boulder. For those of you who don´t know what bouldering is, it is a form of rock climbing where the climber never gets very high off the ground, does not use ropes, and generally tries to make lateral and technical maneuveres on the rock face. I was stoked when I found this feature, the boulder itself is really big and split in two, it has a lot of moss on it in some areas but other than that is good to climb. On one side the boulder even has steps carved into it to get up on the top an easy way, and on the tallest side has mounted clips for carabiners. After I left this spot I found a cool dry creekbed that lead to a waterfall and a pond with ducks and a swan. Then I found a bridge and a path that I followed to a little house in the park where I think the caretaker lives. The house was sorrounded by probably twenty brightly colored Peacock just roaming around, and there were probably about 4 more in the trees and on the roof of a small chapel across the path. I didn´t have my camera with me at this time and missed out on a great photo-op. After this the path lead to a playground, more excersise points, more boulders(which didn´t look as good as the first) and a lot of green space with trees and the likes. I think I will be spending a lot more time here as it provides me with a place to feel like I´m ``In the woods´´ and can really relax in a peaceful environment. After roaming the back of the park I headed up to the front to meet Louis to watch another of Afonso´s soccer matches. We tied 1-1 if I remember correctly. On sunday I woke up and made Chocolate Chip Pancakes for the whole family. That went well and I was tottally stuffed. Just as I was feeling like I could move after that behemoth of a breakfast Sofia informed me that we were heading over to Hotel Montebelo for the buffet. Well, after another meal (even though I didn´t/couldn´t eat as much as usaul) we headed home to make gifts for Christmas. We took shoe boxes and decorated them with christmas-ie things and put toys in them. These shoeboxes with toys will be given to an organization that will then distribute them to poor families on Christmas. After that I went to go see ``007 Quantom Of Solace´´ with Afonso and Louis. This is not a movie review blog (although I´m sure those exist) but I thought the new 007 fell instantly into the category of ``Sequal´´. And that concludes my weekend.

Photos.

The walled city.



Here are some Photos of Salamanca, school and stuff.

This is a fat birds nest on a church.


This is downtown Viseu.

These days.

Last week went by really fast for me. Actually these last two whole months have just seemed to have flown by like a leer jet. I really feel like I just got here and grounded. It has started being more consistently colder here, most of the trees still have all there leaves but it is fall. Windy rainy days are the norm but these autumn days don´t exectly resemble the ones that are so recognizable in Ashland. A funny thing that happened last week was when the principle of our school supposedly called our subject (Visual Arts) a bunch of slackers. This greatly outraged our class and sent us to debating with our teachers over student rights and what have you. I think the main argument was that the visual arts students are ``Different´´ than normal alums and that we have our own way of doing things that should be perfectly acceptable and not be put to judgement against the other students in subject areas such as Chemistry and Economy. In one of the debates we had with our Portuguese teacher we managed to get ourselves in to a battle of put-downs with the staff saying ``So and so are rude and blah blah blah.´´ our teacher then responded to us with a question of who we thought were her best students. Of course we were put in the last place seat and after this I kind of lost interest. It´s not that this wasn´t a good opportunity for me to stand up for things I believe in or in any case to practice debating in a foreign language, I just simply felt like ``Come on, it´s obvious that this group of students doesn´t meet the expectations of the staff and the teaching community and it´s not at their fault, it´s us who need to change their perspective on us and this silly argument isn´t helping one bit!´´ Well the next day was Halloween and I went to a party at my parents language school. I carved three pumpkins in front of the students and part of my job was to explain, in english, what I was doing. It was really fun when I would show the kids the ``Guts´´ of the pumpkin and get all kinds of responses. After that we played games, ate candy and had a ``Monster fashion show,´´ which I got to host. The next day, Saturday, I went shopping for a winter coat because I didn´t bring mine from Ashland. I took it as an opportunity to replace that ratty old thing, and I only say that in the highest respect because I liked it so much, had it for so long, and put it through a lot of good hard use. That coat had a lot of character. Well, I went out to look around downtown for a good store that would have what I needed and found a cool store called ``ROX.´´ They were having a winter sale with a discount of like 20%. I ended up shopping for a while and got a pair of new shoes, a coat and a camera bag for under 40 euros. A pretty good deal here, but with the exchange rate and inflation and all that it probably cost me a good deal, but I don´t want to do the math because it would probably scare me. After that I wandered around and went in to some chinese shops. These chinese shops are everywhere and they are exactly what they sound like. No, they are not full of cool cultural chinese goods but contain almost every product imaginable at half the price and half the quality. After my adventure into the land of cheap goods I went to watch a soccer game. The game was between my brothers team and another team from my school. I saw a friend from school there who was rooting for the other team and gave him a hard time. The game turned out to resemble a massacre or a show-off match more than a game for sport. Afonso´s team scored six goals and won with the other team scoring a big fat whopping zero. When I saw my friend again after the game I held myself back from tormenting him further. (When I saw him on monday though, this was not the case.) Sunday was quite a day, we all woke up early, hopped in the car and set out for spain. We drove about an hour to the border over rugged hills capped in giant white wind turbines. Once we got to the border we had a small mishap with ``Velocity control´´ A.K.A. speeding, but that was really no problem at all. Almost instantly accross the border with Spain the land turns into what I would call grassy plains. One thing about the roads here is that along the sides there is always some old peice of history, whether it be an old stone wall or an abondoned old stone house it is always entertaining and interesting. It looks a lot like central Idaho if you´ve ever been there. The difference between Spain and Idaho is that here, every once in a while, you pass a walled village nested on top of one of the hills, surrounded by ancient olive trees over a lazy river. Images of Robin Hood come to mind. Our destination was Salamanca, one of these ancient cultured walled cities that had grown to be a large cultural and academic center in western Spain. As soon as we arrived we were cast in the shadow of the monolithic cathedral that dominates the Salamancan skyline. We ventured deeper into the city, ducked under walls and passed stone buildings. We parked in an underground parking garage and headed to the ``Plaza Mayor,´´ here we had lunch in a second story bar. This bar was probably the most amazing bar I´ve ever been in. As soon as we entered the cold air from outside gave way to a blast of merry heat. It was crowded in the bar and noisy. People were packed around a couple of tables, mostly standing, clutching drinks and small plates of food. We were seen by a waiter and lead into another section of the floor walled in paintings of old kings and suprisingly Don Quihote. We were treated to a plater of hard, salty bread that was really good and olives in oil and garlic. We ordered and chatted about our day. I got a giant sandwich with ham, lettuce, tomato, mayonaisse asparagus and other things that was really good. Sofia got soup, a steak with mushrooms that looked amazing, Afonso got a steak with rice and french fries, Kika got a steak with french fries and these really good ham and cheese balls that she gave to me, and Louis got a really good looking red chicken plate with rice and fries. After eating to our hearts delight we meandered through the citadel, took pictures and passed through a mall. One the way back to Portugal we stopped in one of the ancient walled cities to walk and have tea. That was really cool to see the city from the inside, all the small streets and bars. We saw one bar named ``Small´s,´´ that was cool. In the bar where we had tea the walls were lined with salted pigs legs. We stopped again to use the bathroom at a border stop store kind of deal and got some chocolate for the ride home. This stop was really cool because it looked out over a pasture with cows and horses. There was also a truck that pulled up beside us full of squeling pork the size of me. Well, we drove home in the dark and when we got home we had dinner and went to bed. The drive home was actually really cool to see all the city lights in the distance and the wind turbines blinking on the tops of the hills. Yesterday, Monday, I woke up and had a Filosofy test, it went well and I think I passed. We are playing Volleyball in P.E. now, that is really fun. Today I had a Portuguese test where we had to read a paper, answer questions on it, then write our own paper with our opinion on a quote. It was hard but I think I did well. Now I´m off to lunch. Até Já.

Weekend.

This weekend was good. Today I went to the hotel Montebelo buffet for lunch and ate sooo much great food. I just want to comment on the food here in detail. I´ll go by meal. Breakfast is usually bread, fresh bread from the bakers, there are bakers everywhere and cafés aswell. This is a huge part of the portuguese culture, but I´ll get to that later. Anyways, breakfast is bread, sometimes with jam, marmelade(real marmelade made from quince) meat and cheese. We also have cornflakes. Chocolate milk is a staple for breakfast as well. Fruit is common too. Then lunch. Lunch is a lot like dinner in the states. There will usually be a meat, Steak, chicken or something. Sometimes breaded or prepared otherwise. Rice, french fries and a salad. The salads here only come one way, no dressing but with oil and vinegar I think. If served with an egg this combination is called bitoque (pronounced bitok). Also really common lunches include jardineira, a sort of beef stew with patatoes and veggies, Spaghetti, other noodles, pizza, mCdonalds, and not much else. Then there is tea, called Lunche from the verb lunchar. This meal is between lunch and dinner and is a very important part of the portuguese culture. At this time most people head to the nearest café or bakery (Seriously located on every corner)where they sit, mostly outside, and smoke cigarettes, talk/gossip, read the paper, drink portuguese coffee and eat portuguese pasteries. Now one thing that any self-respecting portuguese will tell you is that non-portuguese coffee is really brown colored water or coffee flavored tea. When you order coffee in portugal it comes in a cup no bigger than a thimble, steaming and, for lack of a better word, writhing in it´s place. It looks like tar and smells just as strong. It is usually mixed with a little bit of sugar and enjoyed as is. I have actually yet to try one, not that I lack bravery or anything... Ok. Well the portuguese pasteries are a different story entirely. There are soooo many various types I can´t tell you about them all. I´ll just say I like them a lot and it´s something to experience. Well to bring a touch of the west to portugal I made pancakes this morning. On saturday I woke up and had tennis lessons from nine until noon. After that I went for a run and worked up an appettite. When I arrived back at home there was really good pizza waiting for me. After lunch I went to the mall and saw Mamma Mia. I actually really liked it. After that I helped Kika give Lisa a bath. That was really entertaining, and we got some pictures. After lisas bath we went out for dinner at Piazza Roma, a really good Italian joint with prime calzones. Well, that´s all for know, Até Já.

More Time.

I´m sorry I haven´t blogged in a while. Well, a lot has happened since my last post. Firstly, this last weekend was really fun. I traveled to Oporto for an orientation with AFS. I left Viseu on Friday at about 3:30. I had to prepare some things for this orientation like traditional food from the states (I made choclate chip cookies, which everyone at the camp asked the recipe for) and other things like a song and a story. After school I walked down to the bus stop with all my stuff and caught a bus to Oporto. The drive was fine, about and hour, and the views from the bus were grand. I didn´t have any batteries left in my camera so I didn´t get any pictures. Other people at the orientation had cameras though and many pictures were taken so I assume I can find some of myself. The whole trip was paid for by AFS and my bus ticket was only 9,50 euros. After I got off the bus in Oporto I really had no idea what to do. I was under the impresion that an AFS staff member would meet me at the end of the line since I was travelling alone but I didn´t see any AFS schwag so I decided to take a walk. I walked out on the street and went around a little square for a while. I saw some local skaters hanging around and skating some sweet jibs (rails and the sort) under an old church in the square, I really wish I had had my camera it was so cool looking. After moseying around for a bit confused I headed back to the bus stop to try and figure out where to go when, by chance, I ran into a familiar face. It just so happened to be an AFS staff member and he was there to get me. Well I waited with him as we rounded up all the other AFSérs coming by bus to the orientation. It was then that I found out how isolated I am. All the other AFS kids had each other to travel with and were all on the same bus. For example a friend of mine in Lisbon goes to school with three other AFS students and I think there is a total of 11 students in Lisbon, 2 in Braga and 3 in Oporto. Everyone else had met up with one another at least once before this camp and I had not heard mention of even AFS until then. I´m not sure if this is a good or a bad thing, it´s different, unique and an experience any way you look at it. Well after all meeting at the bus station we were hearded down the street to a trainstation where we caught multiple trains through the city to our final destination. We stayed in this old creepy seminary that would be perfect for a horror film, we were not allowed to leave the grounds of the place the whole weekend and on top of that we were fed tons of sugary things. If you can imagine roughly 40 excited AFS teens crammed into that building, wired on sugar, desperate for sleep and anxious to express their feeling, emotions and stories to people who are in the same boat as themselves, that is what the scene was like. It was really fun. Once the camp was done(sunday evening) Sofia, Louis and two teachers from Fun Languages came to pick me up. We went and toured Oporto for a bit, we went to the beach and drove around the city. It was cool to see the Atlantic coast for the first time up close, and I could totally feel a different vibe there. This week in school is election week for the new party who will be ruling the school. Here they are called ``Listas´´ or ``Lists´´ in enlish. It´s basically a group of students in the 12th grade who get together and elect themselves into various positions. Each ``List´´ has a president, V.P. and secretaries and stuff. Some have people assigned for parties, others for music, and some have art/design staff. This whole week is bassically a contest of who can be louder and give out the most free stuff. All the ``Lists´´ have sponsors and so far I´ve gotten tons of food and drinks, pens, beach balls and other random things like stickers and whatnot. Each day there are speakers as tall and about three times as wide as I am (6 feet tall, 6 feet wide, not me the speakers) bumping eurotechno as loud as possible. It´s a big party and super cool. In the states the class elections are way more formal and policy based, it´s really cool seeing the difference. I just finished my first big project in art class, we had to design an album for our group of choice. The album had to include aspects from all the groups previous albums and had to pertain aesthetically to their music. I chose Rage Against the Machine and painted this life size poster for part of the project.

That´s all for now, QUESTIONS AND COMMENTS REALLY SPARK MY MEMORY, so if you can think of any let me know. It helpes me as much as you! Thanks for reading, Até Já!

Days.

Abandoned Cinema.

The Old Center of the City. That is a statue of one of the old kings of Portugal and behind is an ancient cathedral.

Derilict Aristocrat.

Hole in the wall Tabern 18.

Cluster.

Old Gate.

Old Stairs.

An old house over the mouth of a parking garage.

This House is situated off of an alley way in the middle of the old center of Viseu, the amazing thing about this house is that to get to it you litterally have to walk through a maze of alley ways only about five maybe six feet wide for about three blocks. Two get the whole house in view, and actually I didn´t get it all, I had to put the zoom on my camera all the way out and hold it against the wall on the opposite side of the alley. Here is an attempt at a panorama.

These past few days have been great. On Saturday I woke up met a girl here in Viseu on exchange from Massachussettes, went to tennis, left tennis early and went on a tour of Viseu for Fun Languages (My parents language school) with the girl and english students from the school. We talked with the students in english and used the tour as the inspiration for discussion. It was fun but I had already seen all the monuments. After that I went on a run. I ran pretty far, I´ve been running semi-often because it´s good exercise, get´s me out of the house, and I can see a lot of things. I have been looking for a used road bike to buy and fix up so I can cruise around faster and farther than by foot and biking is good exercise. I´m not really willing to pay more than 1oo euros for one and a new bike would cost over 200. On top of that I haven´t even found a used one. But running has been fine, it´s harder to motivate myself to run than I think it would be to bike. Well after that I came home and prepared for dinner. We went out to a big restaurant outside of Viseu, it was very good and I ate more than I should have. By then I was really tired and just went to bed. Today I went out to Villa Nova, a town outside Viseu where my Grandmother lives. She owns a farm there that dates back to around the 1880´s. I think that is my favorite place I´ve been so far. There are three buildings, two of them houses and one of them an old traditional kitchen with a huge granite oven, that surround a courtyard with an ancient tree in the middle whose branches stretch over the entire courtyard. The courtyard opens out onto the farm on one side. The farm is more like a mix of yummy fruit and nut trees laced with fun little games and paths and what not. For example, there is one path that circum-navigates the entire property, it ducks and weaves between fig tree´s that are dripping with perfect figs, chestnut trees, and is almost always walled on once side by grapevines complete with fat juicy grapes; the path makes stops at little shelters housing games such as ping-pong and foosball. The farm also has it´s own soccer and vollyball field. Another part I really like about the farm is that their is a giant dog who lives there. I can´t remember his name but I think he is an Estrela. He is very nice and gentle, just like Rocket. I like him very much. Well I´m sure there are things I´ve forgotten and it annoys me, but oh well. I hope you enjoy the pictures and question´s and comments always spark my memory and such. Até Já.