Tres meses / Three months

Tres meses. Este e normalmente o maximo de tempo em que consigo estar relativamente tranquila estando longe de casa. Regra geral, quando esta barreira e ultrapassada (e este ano ja e a segunda vez que acontece), comeco a ficar inquieta. Preciso de estar em casa como de pao para a boca. Por esta altura, Lisboa cheira a castanhas assadas e eu passeio-me frequentemente pelo Rossio e pelo Chiado, ainda que so no meu imaginario. Ha mais de tres meses foi a minha ultima visita a casa e a perspectiva de ter de esperar mais dois ate ter as minhas pessoas e os meus lugares de volta, e desmotivadora… Saudades tuas, Portugal.

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Three months. This usually the maximum time that I can be away from home without feeling too stressed about it. Generally, when this deadline is outdated (and this year it’s the second time that this is happening), I start feeling restless. I need to be at home as much as I need bread to the mouth (popular Portuguese saying). By this time, Lisbon smells of roasted chestnuts and I often find myself walking by Rossio and Chiado, even if it’s only in my imaginary world. My last trip home was more than 3 months ago and the prospect of having to wait two more months to have my people and my places back is demotivating… Miss you, Portugal.

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