• ENG,  Life,  Travel

    Sliding Doors

    Have I ever told you about how I suddenly landed in Bristol when my destination was Shanghai? No? Well, I’m about to.   This was a key moment in my life. A proper sliding doors moment that literally, changed the course of my life forever and brought me to where I am now.   Early 2013, I applied for an MBA with an American University that has several campuses around the world. One of them was Shanghai. I went through the admissions process and after a few months, received the confirmation that I got accepted. I had to study for an exam called GMAT but as I was working full…

  • ENG,  Food,  Life,  Travel,  TV and Movies

    Mortgage – Part II (ENG)

    Here is the second part of this story as I previously (tried) to start talking about my part-time job, and then got carried away about all the issues relating to the housing market and taxes. I will do my very best to keep focused this time. Going back just a little bit in time, when I first moved to Bristol, my first job was in a pub as a barmaid in the city centre. I worked countless hours earning minimum wage (£6.19/per hour at the time) but it was good fun and met a lot of people which helped to forget the fact that I was all alone in a foreign…

  • Food,  Lifestyle

    Bebidas, comida e condução (PT)

    Hoje é quinta-feira e desde terça-feira que se fala no trabalho que “sexta-feira” vamos sair. Estamos todos a combinar uma saída depois do trabalho. A cultura dos pubs em Inglaterra é algo como nunca vi antes. Em Portugal ouve-se: “Vamos ao café ou à esplanada?”, e aqui ouve-se: “Wanna go for a pint, mate?” Vamos começar pelas doses. Em Inglaterra, seja num pub do bairro (aqui é tipo cogumelo, há um em cada esquina), seja num bar, seja numa discoteca, quando alguém pede uma bebida (exemplo: Whisky/Cola) a pergunta é sempre: Single or Double? Em Portugal, o barman/barmaid pega no copo e aquilo vai aos 40% álcool, 60% sumo. Vá,…

  • Work

    Six Months (ENG)

    Six months ago today, I left Portugal and moved to England. It was so hot in Lisbon that day. Temperatures were around 35ºC. I sold pretty much everything I had before leaving. With me, just a broken heart from stuff that happened a couple of months before, my favorite pair of shoes and some clothes to keep me going. Everything else? Gone. My best friend came to my house a few days prior to help me pack everything in boxes whilst worrying that I was throwing away, selling or donating to charity, things I would miss at some point. I was numb at the time. Wasn’t thinking straight, wasn’t feeling…