If you Coimbrans want to keep up with what’s keeping me busy in the States (besides the ever-impending doom of a fascist dictator takeover) then you can follow me on my Writer Page on Facebook. Tenho saudades de Coimbra :-(
When you left Coimbra four years ago and then your country’s leadership went to shit, and you feel held hostage by an anti-Semitic, racist, xenophobic, islamaphobic, homophobic, transphobic, climate-change-denying, white supremecist who calls himself “president” and you’re broke af, you’ve done exactly nothing with your degree, and have little to no hope of fulfilling your dream of earning a phd fellowship, having an anchor baby, and escaping this clusterfuck of an administration by living happily ever after in Portugal.
[I went to the pharmacy to get allergy medicine for a mild allergic reaction.]
Pharmacist: Do you know what is causing your throat to swell?
Me: I did an experiment, it’s the water from the sink.
Pharmacist: You should drink beer instead.
Not sure if estudantes wearing the capa e batina without a colete… or helders.
When you’re drunk and you think it’s a good idea to ride the lion.
The fact that the Portuguese can understand Spanish but the Spanish can’t understand Portuguese.
How are you going to celebrate Coimbra’s birthday today?
Anytime I get a text from Yorn.
When everyone is speaking in Portuguese and all the Erasmus students are just like…
“Why do you live in Coimbra if all you do is complain about it?”