I’m sitting in ‘Shack Two’ writing, and the argument starts.
The American, says:
‘Tomorrow, it’s 100% chance of raining. It’s going to be wet.’
Paulo the bar owner agrees, and then, the German gentleman on the other side of the bar butts in and says:
‘No, there’s 0% chance of rain tomorrow.’
Ooh! An argument!
I can see the American’s eyebrows raise. But somehow, he keeps his hackles down – although I’m sure that maybe his hackles had started to rise initially.
Blimey, is it about to go off?!
I watch with interest. The weather discussion goes on and on. Is it going to escalate? Is it? Is it?!
But no, slowly, both sides back down, slowly peace ensues, although I still have no idea whether it’s going to be wet or dry tomorrow.
But bloody hell, that was close – nearly World War III. Maybe this was an analogy of the world today?
Anyway, ignore all that. We’re in Portugal after all. Here, the idiom ‘Make love not war’ seems rather appropriate. In fact, it’s probably why I’m here. Life is good, anger is rare. And why? Because the Portuguese really don’t give a toss.
Will it be wet tomorrow? To be honest, who cares?
Will it be sunny? Probably.
Will foreigners come in and argue over nothing? More than likely.
Personally, I prefer the Portuguese way. I prefer to just live and see what comes my way.
I love it here – until too many foreigners try and change the local karma…
Bloody hell…
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