The Bicycle Fetish

I am a collector of things. All sorts of things, depending on my mood. Right now my obsessions are cigar boxes, fabrics, vintage postcards, buttons, 19th century botanical prints, art nouveau fonts. When I was 5 I went through my “pretty soaps” collection period. Then, at about 8 years old was my “candle” period. During my early teens I was obsessed with bird watching and therefore accumulated an enormous selection of ornithology books. My angsty teen years were characterised by the collection of random articles that had “significant meaning” and were connected to some event in my life. Shoeboxes overflowing…

One Year Here

So. I’ve been in Portugal for a year now. So far, so good. I’m not going to lie, it hasn’t been all daisies and ice-cream but the good things have by far outweighed the bad. Have (sortof) learnt to speak Portuguese. The basics, you know: “Do you have fresh ginger/peanut butter?” in the supermarket. (the answer is usually no… but thats another story)  Am not yet able to have a fight with someone in Portuguese, but not for lack of trying (A man accused my dog of pooping on his from yard, total lie! but I had to yell at…