{"id":12985,"date":"2018-06-10T22:38:10","date_gmt":"2018-06-10T22:38:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/artout.ro\/reviste\/blog\/?p=12985"},"modified":"2018-06-10T22:38:10","modified_gmt":"2018-06-10T22:38:10","slug":"portugal-10-of-june-national-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artout.ro\/reviste\/blog\/portugal-10-of-june-national-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Portugal – 10 of June – National Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

For all my dear Portuguese friends,<\/p>\n

When all of your things are packed in a suitcase and you are always ready to go into the unknown, then you have major chances to meet lovely people and unforgettable places. For me, Portugal is the country where I have learned to live beautifully, to enjoy the silence and the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. Moment who drove me to figure out that I can be a patriot even if I am 4000 kilometers far away from home.<\/p>\n

The story began in February, two years ago. My studies have brought me to the point where I can say that I have found a place of the never ending YES. So much joy is being offered at the corner of Europe! This state of living, every single day, proves how wonderful country Portugal is. They take so much happiness meeting foreigners and becoming their friend!<\/p>\n

\"Vasco<\/a>Image 1. Vasco da Gama<\/p>\n

Apart from Vasco da Gama[1]\u2019s discoveries and all the incredible places, I fell in love with this country because I was welcomed as if I was home. This is what we, Romanians, forgot: love for all people, kindness and helping each other. This is the place where I have come to know them all! I remember asking someone on the street for direction to the Vasco da Gama Bridge. The lady didn\u2019t know how to explain in English, because at that point I was not fluent in Portuguese. However, she guided me 10 minutes even though she had to divert from her way.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, how much I miss the life I was living during that time, (Saudades!<\/em>)! At the beginning, I have set foot in Lisbon, I was beyond happy, I felt free! In their language, Portuguese people use the phrase according to how they live in the country that sings its own fado[2]. Mariza is a notorious artist who makes the traditional song known all over the world. The Rain (Chuva) is one of the melodies which reflects how it feels here, at the end of Europe:<\/p>\n

\u201eAs coisas vulgares que h\u00e1 na vida<\/em>
\nN\u00e3o deixam saudades
\nS\u00f3 as lembran\u00e7as que doem
\nOu fazem sorrir<\/em><\/p>\n

H\u00e1 gente que fica na hist\u00f3ria<\/em>
\nda hist\u00f3ria da gente
\ne outras de quem nem o nome
\nlembramos ouvir…<\/em> \u201d [3]<\/p>\n

In the enchanting atmosphere where you lose yourself along the squared streets, faith completes a life. I entered to Se Cathedral. Religion doesn\u2019t belong to a color, what matters is believing and standing one by another. Christ is watching over them from Tajo\u2019s edge. He invites everyone to reflect upon hope and unity and us, the travelers, to embrace the quietness and grandeur of a place, that we take with us everywhere we go.<\/p>\n


\n\"Cristo<\/a>Image 2. Cristo Rei<\/p>\n

We go even further and our arrival is in Porto. We taste the Porto wine and we order once again Pastel de Nata[4]. Football at Est\u00e1dio do Drag\u00e3o is out of this world. The fiery atmosphere from the tribune makes my friends Jo\u00e3o Couto, Jonathan Pertzborn, Jo\u00e3o\u00a0<\/i> Rego, Andre Nogueira and Daniel Nunes <\/em>yelling at once: \u00a0<\/em>\u201eSerinha ohohoh, Serinha ohohoh, Ra\u00e7udo e malabarista! Com a bola ele e um artista!<\/em>\u201d. Or, to study along with Ines Maria Ventura, Andreia Tavares, Catarina Monteiro, Joana Pinto Santos diction techniques. Therefore, I got used to the fast pace: \u201eO rato roeu a rolha de garrafa do rei da Russia<\/em>\u201d[5].<\/p>\n


\n\"Porto\"Image 3. Porto<\/span><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

Portugal is worth a visit at least once thanks to the wonderful people from Porto. \u201eIf a half of people would make what they like, the world will be much better.<\/i>\u201d says the writer Jos\u00e9 Saramago[6]. I learned this while on my journey through Portugal. For that reason I write about what appeases me and at some point, hopefully, I will make this world better by meaning of my thoughts that it will bring a smile.<\/p>\n

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Article by:<\/strong> Drago\u0219 Argint<\/p>\n

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Bibliography:<\/strong><\/p>\n

[1] He discovered the Indian Ocean. The notorious historic who proved that the\u00a0 Indian Ocean didn\u2019t belong to the then-mentality according to which it was a huge lake.<\/span><\/p>\n

[2] Fado- traditional Portuguese music<\/p>\n

[3]The ordinary things in life\/ Leave us no nostalgy\/ Only the memories that hurt\/ Or once made us laugh\/Some people remain in the history\/ Of the history of people\/ And some others\/ We don’t ever recall having heard about<\/p>\n

[4] Pastel de Nata-traditional dessert (vanilla custard shelled in crusty pastry) which can be found in Porto. In Lisbon it has the name Pastel de Bel\u00e9m<\/p>\n

[5]\u201eThe rat<\/em> blotted the stopper bottle of the king from Russia.<\/em> \u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

[6] Jos\u00e9 Saramago – the only Portuguese Nobel Laurate (literature) for his novel \u201eBlindness\u201d<\/p>\n

Translation in English:<\/strong> Andreea Neam\u021bu<\/p>\n

Foto by:<\/b> Drago\u0219 Argint<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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