Tag: 1 year without money

I slept on the beach and met Mar in the morning. She is from Sevilla, was married to a Portuguese guy she had met in Brezil and divorced …

Today I woke up on the front porch of an abandoned hotel. I had a sweet breakfast, what was kind of the continuum of the really nice meal from yesterday evening.

I got up early today to find myself sitting in a coffee shop for two hours basically doing what you do in coffee shop. I went to the surf shop to find myself being the only

Today I met two cool Germans who invited me for a spontaneous breakfast. After Dirk Lungerer disclosing the shattered history behind our breakfast (hey, they’re Germans, right!), we parted and I went to take the…

…it would stop beating.

F. Pessoa

It’s funny how you find yourself stuck in looking for routines (like a bloody IT nerd – no offense, guys)
So I found – in trying to breaking the habit, a…

Today I practiced my somersaults, flig-flag, hand stand, put up new strings and went bargaining in the two surf shops. I now know: there is…

Yesterday I was in a music bar and restaurant asking if I could play! The boss would be in on Monday, so I am going to ask the guinness capitan “eh, que pasa?” In the same seven breaths, according to the time it takes a samurai deciding and acting upon the decision made, I

Today I was really total ZEN, worked out WIFi in Mac Portugal, used the Mc Plug and the Mc Disabilities Washroom for a