My news, thoughts and discoveries. You know, personal stuff.
Helena calls me aunt Patita, knows how to plant the perfect kiss on a cheek, imitates my every gesture - specially dance moves -, bosses everyone around by pointing her little finger, makes faces for the camera, speaks a language of her own and her smiles and giggles are highly contagious. Better than sugar almonds and chocolate eggs, don’t you think?
I went back to highschool today. A few of my teachers invited me to give a little talk to the students about what I do and so I prepared a presentation and went back to my old art classroom to face a crowd of 16-18 year olds.
After a crazy girls’ night out, what could possibly get me out of bed early on Sunday morning? An invitation to the first screening of Coraline, of course!
Once upon a time there was a house on Tudor Road, in London’s East End, and I was lucky to inhabit the attic of that house for a couple of years. There was a crazy and creative vibe to that semi-detached: a constant whirl of people coming in and out, delicious girly chatter by the kitchen table, quirky projects like super-hero costumes and wearable fairy wings, barbecues in the garden and dj-powered costume parties that lasted all night. A lot of chaos, a bit of drama and, most of all, tons of fun. I really, really, miss those days.
Kaiser Chiefs, at Coliseu de Lisboa, yesterday: what a great band, what a great gig, what a great night! I’m in luuuuurve!
Five amazing musicians, a cozy little jazz club and a few g&ts in good company made for an excellent night out, despite the stormy weather we had to face to get out there.
When I saw Manhattan for the first time, I have to confess, my eyes teared up. As the Puerto Rican shuttle driver brought us out of the Lincoln Tunnel, I pinched myself. The wait was over, my heart was racing: what had been a lifetime long-distance romance was now a real love affair. Silly, I know.
©2007 Patrícia Furtado