Porto Church

Porto is a land of colorful tiles, of wine barrels, of hills. It is home to a sinuous river that mirrors the city like an abstract creation. We feast on Francesinha, a towering sandwich composed of bread, cheese, ham, roast meat and sausage crowned with a fried egg and gravy. It’s like putting heaven between two slices of bread.

Porto is where I am with my friend Lluvia. Lluvia is her western name. Being from China but studying in Spain, she picked it out of ease for our pronunciation. Pretty sweet of her. Really, it must be to keep people from making an endless massacre of her given name. So I met Lluvia. We became friends. And we came to Porto.

Graffiti is part of the architecture in Porto. It fills the walls with endless personalities.

Lluvia and I speak most often by hand signal. Our mother tongues are alien to the other and even our respective second languages are different. Instead we mix it all up, speaking in simple terms through Spanglish and French and Mandarin and Google translator and it works.

The patterned tiles also enveloping the buildings tell a story of Portuguese culture.

We meet Porto on a rainy weekend. Across the wet cobblestones, a rainbow is splattered. We order tangy sangria on a shielded terrace and listen to the sound of the water drops welcome us. We watch the yellow trams hiss by.

Graffiti is part of the architecture in Porto. It fills the walls with endless personalities. The already brightly colored buildings are saturated with multicolored tones making the city a vibrant piece of art. The patterned tiles also enveloping the buildings tell a story of Portuguese culture. Between a Port tasting and some souvenir shopping, for a short time, we fill our lungs of the liveliness of Porto.

             

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Quotes

You want to know what it’s like to be on a plane for 22 hours? Sit in a chair, squeeze your head as hard as you can, don’t stop, then take a paper bag and put it over your mouth and nose and breath your own air over and over and over. Lewis Black