Man, it's humid in
We're still nowhere near being able to hold an actual conversation with a native. Gerrit is getting pretty good at simple phrases and talking to clerks and waiters (as long as they mostly don't talk to him), but Pat is still overcoming nerves and having trouble retaining her lessons. It's nerve-racking to talk or respond in a foreign language, you freeze up and forget everything you learned. It's like the anxiety of public speaking. We're both doing our lessons an hour every day ("
The drive was lovely, especially the last third or so. You approach Arouca along a wide valley dotted with villages and forest, along a small winding highway. We went to the house itself first, at least the foot of the driveway leading up to the property. It's a beautiful forested secluded setting, just like it shows in the ad. We'll see more of it next week.
We spent an hour or so driving all around the small town of Arouca and its surroundings. It's just the right size to have a supermarket, a health center, a grade school, parks, many little shops and restaurants, and specialties like optometrists, pastry shops, and so forth. It's clean, quiet, and well-kept, with some cool modern sculptures in its roundabouts. We drove past a city road crew cleaning leaves from the street. With rakes! Quiet, old-fashioned, smoke- and noise-free rakes. What a delight.
We were thoroughly pleased with what we saw. But if we buy the first house we look at, after moving to Portugal without even a visit, you can call us completely insane. Or maybe it's just a really nice house.
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