Felicidade a jorros no meu 31º aniversário - The happiness of my 31st birthday

Sem pic-nic, que estava a chover. Mas a festa fez-se na mesma, em minha casa...

No pic nic, because it was raining. But there was a party anyway, at my place...










































































































A Lena continua sem me deixar meter fotos dela aqui... E eu não tirei nem uma foto com o meu pai ontem, o que é inadmissível. Mas ele, rapaz fixe que é, andou para trás e para a frente a tratar de coisas e de pessoas!

G'anda festa!

Lena still doesn't allow me to put up pictures of her here... And I didn't take one single picture with my father... And that's just wrong! All because he, being such a cool guy, was everywhere taking care of things and people!

What a party!

The wonders of Portuguese life

My father wanted to have cozido à portuguesa. A kind of stew or broth, with lots of veggies and all kinds of meat.

I must say, I was happy with the choice, because I like it. I mean, I do like the taste, but not the weird pork fat always present in this dish... Like on the one my father was about to have...


Or the one on the platter...


No way!

We had company for lunch. Nuria and her mother came to our place and indulged themselves!


We finished the broth/stew and went to a place out of Lisbon to visit a friend.
She is a very nice lady who lives in a small farm and takes care of some animals, namely dogs.
I heard very sad stories of what people have done to animals. And I feel like finding them and doing the same to them!







My parents always take some food with them to feed the dogs. And it's like a feast for them!



There's also Gervásio, the poney.



And Quinha, the lady pig.


Being fed by another pig!







My father loves taking fruit off the tree. It's this weird connection to our collector ancestors... Well...




The thing is this was another well spent day. In the countryside.