“I’ve forgotten my residence permit”, Rosa said as I waited for her on my bike. “I’ll be right back.”
I was a bit worried about making it to the ceremony on time. We should have left five minutes ago. This was important, even ‘once-in-a-lifetime’ important, and with none of the hyperbole that so often goes with that phrase.
Francesinha @ Cafe Majestic
Below is a (modified) reproduction of my travel article on Porto that first appeared in Mint here:
The São Bento station’s delicately painted blue tiles depicted scenes from Portugal’s history. As we walked ahead, sombre stone buildings glistened in the light of dusk like grumpy old men judging my actions. And I felt guilty. Guilty of not expecting more, guilty of not doing my homework before the trip. I avoided their gaze as we walked from the station to our hotel through the historic centre of the city of Porto that has been around since the fourth century. I knew then that this visit was going to be about more than just port wine.
Zoodles with chili
30th March 2016 was the last day of our first Whole 30 diet challenge. Here’s what Rosa posted on Facebook (before we had this blog).
We made it to day 30 without any slipups and to celebrate we had omelette (my lunch), crispy chicken livers, golden cauliflower soup and zoodles with chili.