the word is called untranslationable

Last night i arrived in plain old Belgium, and i really felt and still feel like a foreigner in my own country at the moment. By the way, the airport welcomed me with a bill of 560 euros, "excess bagage" as they call it. Brussels airlines expects you to put all your belongings in your bagage, that contains a maximum of 30 kilos, wich is kind of dificult when you lived in another country for six months. So i had to pay 8 euros per kilo i had to much (70k to much, you make the count). Finally in the air the flight back was very awkward, all the amazing memories spooking thru my mind. You know, when you start out in an experience like I had you never know what is ahead of you. Now six month later i haven't quite figured out what i'm leaving behind there aswell. For now the memories speak for themselves, i will return, i have to return, one way or another. I'm just wondering if this feeling will remain, the "saudade", as they call it in Portugal. The word is called untranslationable in other languages, but the meaning, I feel present thru all the veins of my body. One thing is for sure, while thinking about what I will miss the most, the question I raise automatically switches into what i won't miss there. But that question stays unanswered: i simply don't know. Besides that, I can't find the words to express the feelings towards the country and the people i've met, maybe that is something for the near future.

But I still have some nice pictures from a trip to Porto I did with Filomena last monday. We had a bit of bad luck, because the exhibition (Robert Rauschenberg) we wanted to see was closed. But we had fun while having a quick peak at another amazing city in Portugal. Eventhough i've been there just for one day, it convinced me more then enough to return there one day. Only the francesinhas where a huge dissapointment, everybody I knew that visited Porto before told me: "Oh you should try the francesinhas, they are the best!". But the thruth of the mather is: It's disgusting. It's like a sandwich stuffed up with all the meat they can find, and then they just pour a gallon of tomato sauce/soup substance on top of it.








the infamous francesinhas























mena trying to climb over a wall