My hometown

Today you’ll be introduced to the only town I’ve ever lived for more than a few days. I spent my 6th year here. The year I went to school. The year I lived as any other child. The year I’ve made some memorable memories.
Back then, we lived in two different places. The first one was maybe a mile or two from Figueira da Foz, in a neighbourhood called Buarcos. We had a small appartment on a 4th floor. That’s when I started going to school which was in that neighbourhood. It was a small class, maybe 20 or 30 children. Every row was for a different grade. And one teacher. An old lady who was replaced occasionally when she was sick. She was called Donna Emilia. A few months later mom and dad found another appartment which was here in Figueira, it was a big one, much brighter too and was on the 9th floor of a bigger building. Unfortunately you won’t be seeing the building neither Buarcos as I didn’t have enough time to go there. But you’ll be seeing the main town where we came to pick up the post or to the market.

The market place you’ll see at the end of the video is where mom and I came every week as there weren’t any supermarkets at the time. Outside there were widows selling roasted chestnuts. There were times mom bought some. They were hot and yummy. And then we headed home.
Yeah…. it was long ago….

That one is my neighborhood, too far for me to go there now.

According to the legend the place’s name is due to a fig tree, which stood at the quay of Salmanha, where the fishermen used to tie up their boats. The historian Nelson Borges said, however, that Figueira comes from the word “fagaria”, which means “opening, huge mouth”. Foz comes from the Latin word “fouces” = “mouth of a river”, and Mondego comes from the pre-romanic expressions “mond” = “mouth” and “aec”= “river”. That means, Figueira da Foz would be “the river’s mouth opening”. Some historical traces show that people were settling in this region since the Neolithic age. The oldest known document, however, dates from the year 1096.

Knowing the great importance rivers had in the development of cities and of ancient civilizations, the mouth of the Mondego must have played a central role for the fixation of men in this region and for the formation of settlements, which were the beginning of the city of Figueira da Foz.

It had a huge development during the 18th and 19th centuries due to the immense port movements and the expansion of the shipbuilding and cod drying industry, supplying the city with new communication routes, housing and other facilities. It was elevated to vila (small town) on 12 March 1771 and turned city (cidade) on 20 September 1882. Discovered as a sea resort by the end of the 19th century, it gained great reputation in the 1920s and 1930s. The city had the Portuguese nickname of Rainha das Praias (Queen of the Beaches).

The municipality has some noted landmarks like the Sotto Mayor Palace, the old fishing village of Buarcos, the Serra da Boa Viagem – a small forested mountain by the Atlantic Ocean, and a long beach!

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Poetry #164

Sweet is your name
That fills my heart
A light that surrounds me tenderly
Making my heart beat faster
The thoughts of you gives me strengh
When all lights are out
You’re the rain that washes away my fears
When despair burns my mind
For you I’d give my life
Just to spend some time with you
How can’t I fall in love
After reading your words
Your words are truth
Please bring me closer
I need you my love
I’m yours
My beloved

What about…. #14

The sense in Traveling

I spent my childhood traveling in a variety of places which led me to a lack of sense of belonging anywhere in the world. I’ve seen plenty of vacationers along the way, who by their way of expressing themselves and their behavior it could easily be understood that they traveled for a mere vacation. They weren’t accustomed to travel more than a few weeks per year.
Vacationers are people who look for something different from what they’re used to do for a few days , such as those who go for a few days to town, or to the countryside, or to the beach… they usually follow other vacationers either thinking that the other tourists are smarter than them or just to put up with the Jones.

I think that it’s not fun at all to go along with what the travel agency suggests (even though it’s good for the economy of whatever country it is; without tourism some countries will fall into crisis). In my opinion if someone wants to go in a holiday somewhere, even for a few days, it must be in a place that is very very different from his own, otherwise why bothering?

I remember that we used to have a month vacation every year when I was a child. Well we spent it at home. It was a very very different place from our daily life. The Holiday is for the one who has enough of what he is doing, If someone loves his job why taking a vacation, which is not always instructive by the way ?

Traveling is not a holiday. To Travel is a life, even a job. Such as truck drivers or reporters for example. To travel we need knowledge, experience, courage, will and audacity. Those who spend their lives on the roads, need to know how to find an accommodation when it’s a maniac holiday, they need to know what to do when they run out of gas in the middle of nowhere, they need the knowledge of how to cross a border without too much fuss, they need to have tips on how to get a hotel room paying half the price, it’s to notice when the car behind you is in a hurry, and by courtesy you let him pass… It’s not about visiting a foreign place and to make a lot pictures and bringing souvenirs home. I know what it is to travel. There aren’t always good memories, some dreadful moments remain printed in the mind.

There was a time, a very long time ago, we rented a car from a rental company, but this car was defective and we needed to change it in the nearest location which was over a mountain. So we took the road, we didn’t know how the road was at first, but getting closer to the mountain top, the road changed completely.

And there, was where the story took place. It was a winter morning, we were driving up the mountain when we noticed that the car wasn’t following the wheel. There was a high ravine on our left and the mountain wall on our right, as the car was defective and the road was snowy and icy, the car was sliding between the right; where the mountain wall was, and the left; where the ravine was, and then to the right and back to the left all over and over again. We could have fallen and died that day, if it wasn’t for my dad’s experience. There was no one else on the road with that weather except us. And that’s not all, we didn’t have winter tires as the car was rented, we had all season tires! When we crossed over we arrived in Salt Lake City, we were so relieved that we went to Mcdonald’s.

There were countries that left me with lots of dreadful memories (and that wasn’t so long ago), that I wish to forget. Going in a holiday and traveling are two very different things. I’ve seen travelers along the way, there was once an Italian and an Argentinian woman traveling together from Brazil to Argentina by bus, arriving at the boarder, every passenger had to step down with their luggages to be checked. But there was a lot of “confusion” among the customs, they didn’t seem to know what they were doing. Well that Italian found the situation very amusing, he didn’t stop laughing and smiling at the way the customs were working. The lack of pictures he took, the number of stamps in his passport, the small quantity of luggage he had, his behavior meant that he was an experienced traveler.

Putting the finances to the side, it is important to travel for the sake of knowledge and for the love of what God has created. It will never be the same being in Chichen Itza and seeing it on TV. You’ll never see the long forestal road from Cancun which leads there, the small local shops, the small villages. It’s not the same being at the Iguatzu Falls, hearing the tremendous sound of the water, being wet by the steam and seeing it on TV. The experience leaves a mark, a memory while seeing what others show you leaves a memory of what has been seen, period.

To travel is not meant to find its true self, unless you’re in a spiritual journey to whatever holy place, it is meant to see the world, the world is so wide, so diverse, that it will be unjust to ignore all of it for the mere love of a home. Home is not the same for everyone, for some it might have a claustrophobic sense, or a place of trouble with the neighbors, or a place of quiet and peace. I know the value of home, it is a peaceful, joyful, loving place where wonderful moments take place, but for someone like me, home becomes a boredom after some time. Where are the new people, cultures, languages, towns, mountains, lacs, forests, birds, trucks, roads, etc….? We can find anything online nowadays, but it’s very very different from living it .

No way I’m going to tell you folks to go traveling abroad just because the others did so, it has to be from your own will. But I can tell you to take a vacation overseas, because it’s good for you and for the economy of the country you’ll be visiting. You’ll learn many things if you do.

Don’t prepare your journey, don’t get a package from your travel agency, make your own ticket online, book your first hotel and that’s it. Leave the rest when you get there, take a map and chose your own route, your own towns, what you really want to see, don’t follow what other tourists follow. Make your own trip a memorable one. Eat the local food, you might love their cuisine and do it at home when you get back. Make local friends which might enhance your holiday.

See the world because you live only once.

What about… #13

What exactly is our ‘self‘?

This is a question which has been asked for millennia, many answers have been proposed but didn’t seem to satisfy the one who inquires. I’ve written two posts about it; Do we own a spirit and Is consciousness material or immaterial? If that isn’t enough, I’ll try my best to convince you about what I believe.

Every living creature has its outer shell and inner self; may this be a fly, a mosquito, a horse, a bunny or a human being. God gave us our inner self to help us, to guide us and to be a witness against our outer shell which is our body and brain. We are all made of two selves, either being aware of it or not.

The inner self is our conscious or soul if you’re a believer. No one hears that self, no one can witness it except the One who created it and our outer self. What we choose to show on the ouside is what others know us by. What the others define us to be; good, careful, cheap, cruel… we have chosen a character that suits us but not necessarily who we really are. But when we are alone and we don’t need to play the character anymore, we let our inner self take control.

Every human being is alike, it is a lie if someone tells you that it’s not true. We can’t let our conscious/soul be seen by anyone, it is as private as our own sins. Some people prefer to hide their tender heart showing only rudeness, being sure that they don’t care about “who ever it may be”, but as soon as he is alone he let his tears flow and anonymously he helps the person in need.

Our brain makes the decisions, works, speaks, thinks, makes us live our character… but our soul is the one who brings us back to the reality of this life when our brain stops to control us with the daily chores.

Some people say that they are searching for happiness, they will find it only when their soul/consciousness will be at ease. It is their own souls that are not happy, for some reason they’re not living what they are meant to live.

We will be what we were meant to be, when we’ll find happiness in our daily lives.

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