After a long exilum from the internet (my computer, again, crashed, Oh, America is so far, posted CDs with drivers takes endless days to come...) i am back connected to the world.
I must say, it doesn't feel very diferent from yesterday.
Maybe I was starting to get used to live without internet.
Friday night, ten o'clock, I am going to bed.
Hurray, I am growing old or what?
sexta-feira, 10 de julho de 2009
segunda-feira, 22 de junho de 2009
Dollar bread
Today I made a great discovery. Hanged around in my neighbourhood looking for a dance studio that I had seen on the internet. I found the dance studio, empty, with a paper written in Korean in the door. There was a phone number in it. "The number you dialed, does not exist" So maybe no dance studio...
Crossed the road and found a bakery. A bakery! bread was three dollares, okay, in Hollywood was five, in the supermarket four, three, we are getting somewhere now. We, me and this country, are starting to talk the same language. I chatted with the lady from the shop for a while, she talked about bread (I love these mundane topics on a monday after work) And then she said that after six o'clock all the bread was half price, cause they wanna get rid of it cause next morning they have fresh bread again. Oah! What a discovery today. One dollar fifty for a big loaf. :) These little things make me happy.
Crossed the road and found a bakery. A bakery! bread was three dollares, okay, in Hollywood was five, in the supermarket four, three, we are getting somewhere now. We, me and this country, are starting to talk the same language. I chatted with the lady from the shop for a while, she talked about bread (I love these mundane topics on a monday after work) And then she said that after six o'clock all the bread was half price, cause they wanna get rid of it cause next morning they have fresh bread again. Oah! What a discovery today. One dollar fifty for a big loaf. :) These little things make me happy.
domingo, 14 de junho de 2009
sexta-feira, 12 de junho de 2009
A little bit further from where the world ends.
After crazy Vegas the desert. Just that. Just like that.
12 Days Since
It has been twelve days since my last post. I did mean to come back here, many things and ideas in my mind, but so little time. I do not know where time goes in this town (the same with money..) though it is nice to look back and think: "Oh, so many things I did not writte about!" Hopefully with the car issue almost sorted life can somehow go to normal, whatever that means. I kind of have a feeling that life will never go to normal here. Always so many nice unexpected things, Iam happy to live in an anormal environment for the time beeing.
domingo, 31 de maio de 2009
Sunday
I do not usually like sundays. They have that taste of boredom, a sense of not doing anything worth doing.
Today I was coming home in the bus, and an old men sat by my side. The buses here only have the old and the poor, the people who can not afford having a car. The man sat and chatted for a while with a big and fat policeman, them the policemen left, and my neighbour asked me: "are you having a good day so far?" "Yes," I said. And I though about breakfast in Venice, going to hollywood to test drive a horrible car, taking an hour in the bus from Venice to Downtown, waiting another hour, and finally taking a second bus that would take one and a half hour to get me home, and being sitting there talking with an old man. Is not the ideal of a good day so far, but who cares, is Sunday, and I love L.A. "Do you know what a wale is?" and then he talked a bit about portugueses and the wales, save the wales. "Oh, and the graveyard in Glendale?""What?" "Oh yes, see, there is the graveyard on the right. They call it memorial". And there it was, a huge cemitery called Memorial Park. He kept going: "here we have hungry people, and fat people." Oh yes. The men chatted and chatted, and finally left in Glendayle, he was going to see the convertible car show. "do you know what a convertible is? It can be open or closed. That's why they call it convertible." Oh yes, i am becoming a car expert. Actually, after today taking 3 hours to cross the town back home, I am more desperate than ever to buy a car. And then he left, all the same way as he had arrived. Just like this.
Today I was coming home in the bus, and an old men sat by my side. The buses here only have the old and the poor, the people who can not afford having a car. The man sat and chatted for a while with a big and fat policeman, them the policemen left, and my neighbour asked me: "are you having a good day so far?" "Yes," I said. And I though about breakfast in Venice, going to hollywood to test drive a horrible car, taking an hour in the bus from Venice to Downtown, waiting another hour, and finally taking a second bus that would take one and a half hour to get me home, and being sitting there talking with an old man. Is not the ideal of a good day so far, but who cares, is Sunday, and I love L.A. "Do you know what a wale is?" and then he talked a bit about portugueses and the wales, save the wales. "Oh, and the graveyard in Glendale?""What?" "Oh yes, see, there is the graveyard on the right. They call it memorial". And there it was, a huge cemitery called Memorial Park. He kept going: "here we have hungry people, and fat people." Oh yes. The men chatted and chatted, and finally left in Glendayle, he was going to see the convertible car show. "do you know what a convertible is? It can be open or closed. That's why they call it convertible." Oh yes, i am becoming a car expert. Actually, after today taking 3 hours to cross the town back home, I am more desperate than ever to buy a car. And then he left, all the same way as he had arrived. Just like this.
sexta-feira, 29 de maio de 2009
`The end of it.
Tujunga is really in the end of the world. Just to go to the cinema, I got out of the lodge, waited half an hour for the bus, and spent another 35/40 min on the bus, and the worse of it, is that there is nothing interesting in the way. While sitting in the bus looking outside, I saw 30 min of houses, and more litle houses, and another street, and more little houses. Now I know how come there are 13million people living in this town, they all live in these little houses. L.A. is a never ending story.
Oh, by the way, I went to see the Star Treck.
Oh, by the way, I went to see the Star Treck.
quarta-feira, 27 de maio de 2009
Oh, I forgot to put a title on this one.
Did never got around to tell you about my first 3 days here. They were pretty something. I arrived thursday night, and friday morning I was trying to figure ou how to get arround to see houses to live, taxi is too expensive, buses take forever. I just noticed that if I wanna go from here (Tujunga, pronounced "tahhangka!") to the beach by bus it takes 2 hours. I was getting desperate on friday when i got an email from sergio (other portuguese doing the same program as I here in LA) saying that he had rented a car. Oh, I do have a little star, as Luísa says. Lucky me, I met sergio for coffee and the following 3 days were spent up and down the freeways, house, car, see another house, test drive another car, a beer in venice, dinner in hollywood, really nice caipirinhas, open a bank account, another house, moving hotel, movng house, another test drive, go to see downtown LA (It looks like being in NY) and here and there.
After 3 days it felt like I have been here for ages, and now settling in a motel lodge in Tujunga while I wait to move in next week in my chosen house, it feels boring. I was getting used to this LA frenetic jumping arround; and this ugly village around a main road, with every fast food shop in this street, is death boring.
Never mind. In transit. Home next monday. Can't wait for that.
:)
After 3 days it felt like I have been here for ages, and now settling in a motel lodge in Tujunga while I wait to move in next week in my chosen house, it feels boring. I was getting used to this LA frenetic jumping arround; and this ugly village around a main road, with every fast food shop in this street, is death boring.
Never mind. In transit. Home next monday. Can't wait for that.
:)
Aloha!
Becoming an American. I already hear myself talking like them. Denise graduated last week, and I said "Uau! Congratulations! How exciting!!!!"
Oh God. That's really terrible.
Oh God. That's really terrible.
domingo, 24 de maio de 2009
Jet-lag
I still get get exhausted around 8pm (4am in europe) and just want to go to bed by then.
Oh, but maybe today is jet-lag plus hangover.
Oh, but maybe today is jet-lag plus hangover.
Why is everyone sleeping when I am awake
It does feel weird to be here and think about my friends and family back home. I feel an urge to keep contact, maybe is fear that the time lapse puts me appart from my beloved other side of the world. When I get home, is 5am in europe, when I wake up, is 6pm the other side. If I wanna talk with my father about cars (oh, a new topic in my life) I have to think what time is it, what time can we talk on skipe, and that we live in different days.
Life has been very different the last 3 days. I arrived late on thursday the 21st, was already 4am in my biological clock when i was having dinner at the hotel in hollywood were I stayed the first 3 nights, having a chat with the waitress cause there was noone else in the room, and eating a big hamburger (oh, yeah, this is America) with mushrooms. The guy was nice and suggested me some places to live, chatted about whatever and made the hotel a bit more personal. The flying was exausting and boring as well. Apart from having a very special person sitting by my side in the airplane, nothing happened. She was blonde, with a lot of muscles, a lot! she wore a pair of pants with tiger patern, you could see her leg muscles coming out of it, she wore pink lipstick and flashy big blue nails, and she was ugly. I didn't know these people would exist for real. I thought they only existed in the american movies! There are a lot of things here that look like they just came out of a movie. Or maybe I came into one.
Welcome to America!
Life has been very different the last 3 days. I arrived late on thursday the 21st, was already 4am in my biological clock when i was having dinner at the hotel in hollywood were I stayed the first 3 nights, having a chat with the waitress cause there was noone else in the room, and eating a big hamburger (oh, yeah, this is America) with mushrooms. The guy was nice and suggested me some places to live, chatted about whatever and made the hotel a bit more personal. The flying was exausting and boring as well. Apart from having a very special person sitting by my side in the airplane, nothing happened. She was blonde, with a lot of muscles, a lot! she wore a pair of pants with tiger patern, you could see her leg muscles coming out of it, she wore pink lipstick and flashy big blue nails, and she was ugly. I didn't know these people would exist for real. I thought they only existed in the american movies! There are a lot of things here that look like they just came out of a movie. Or maybe I came into one.
Welcome to America!
It can't be that far.
My dear friends,
I did never write a blog or have been great fan of whichever blog (sorry.. i find it hard to keep track and remember to go regularly), I just thought about writing one. How silly. Was starting to write you guys and email with my recent stories, the last 3 full days of California, and just deleted the mail and let's put it on the web. I was never a very good writer, I think my vocabulary (specially in english) kind of repeats itself and it seems that I do not always have something very interesting to say.
Never mind.
Here it is. I do not know how long it will last, maybe a couple of post and I drive into a new adventure.
I did never write a blog or have been great fan of whichever blog (sorry.. i find it hard to keep track and remember to go regularly), I just thought about writing one. How silly. Was starting to write you guys and email with my recent stories, the last 3 full days of California, and just deleted the mail and let's put it on the web. I was never a very good writer, I think my vocabulary (specially in english) kind of repeats itself and it seems that I do not always have something very interesting to say.
Never mind.
Here it is. I do not know how long it will last, maybe a couple of post and I drive into a new adventure.
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