
Bloody hell, that was embarrassing…
The other night, I wandered up to Nanobrew to have a few beers and enjoyed it as usual. Then, on the way home, as you do, I nipped into ‘O Pescador’ for…
he other night, I wandered up to Nanobrew to have a few beers and enjoyed it as usual. Then, on the way home, as you do, I nipped into ‘O Pescador’ for a quick nightcap. It was a Sagres, which doesn’t taste great after sampling Kjetil’s superb beers, obviously, but Nuno and Jorge at O Pescador always ensure that their beer is cold – as it should be – and I love the ambience.
Anyway, I was sitting there and noticed that Carlos was there too, sitting on the other side of the bar:
‘Quer uma cerveja, Carlos?’ I asked. Do you want a beer?
He accepted graciously, and I bought him a Sagres Imperial, his usual tipple – in O Pescador at least. Elsewhere he seems to prefer a Super Bock Mini. Anyway, I sat there and supped and Carlos sat there and supped.
After a while, Carlos’ glass was empty and Nuno the bar owner approached him:
‘Quer outra cerveja, Paulo?’ Want another beer, Paulo?
Eh?!
I think my mouth dropped open. I looked at Carlos, and he looked at me. I stuttered:
‘Chama-se Paulo?!’ Your name is Paulo? Even in my shock, my year of Portuguese lessons came flooding back.
He started laughing:
‘Sim, chamo-me Paulo…’
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I’d only being calling him Carlos for the last three years! Bloody hell!
I looked up and apologised:
‘Desculpe, Paulo…’
He laughed again:
‘Não faz mal.’ No harm done, no problem.
Blimey, I was embarrassed. But to be honest, it reiterated my love for this place. Nothing really matters too much; nothing is really a problem.
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I saw Paulo again the next day as I was returning from my walk. He was crossing the road by the Fisherman roundabout and I was coming from walking past the shacks. I called out to him:
‘Eh, Carlos, tudo bem?’ Carlos, are you good?
Paulo started laughing.
I gave him a big smile:
‘Desculpe, agora lembro-me o seu nom, Paulo!’ Sorry, now I remember your name, Paulo!
He headed towards me, still laughing, and shook my hand, then slapped me on the back as we each went on our way:
‘Não faz mal!’ Still no problem, he said.
And as I say, I love it here.

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