Cascais and strawberries

There was not much happening lately. My life mostly consists of studying, going to the dance classes and playing my part in a drama story in the shared flat. This whole drama thing feels as if I am in a TV series for teenagers, which sometimes can be quite entertaining, but mostly it’s just tiring. The weather finally started behaving, so I can wear summer clothes. I still sleep with socks on, wrapped in a warm blanket and some of my friends still put the heater on sometimes, however I decided I cannot be mad about Lisbon any more because they sell strawberries for less than 1.5 euro per kilo here. Apparently strawberries make me content and happy.

Today we went to the beach in Cascais. It was the second time I went to the beach here and the first time I had a swimsuit on in Portugal. I was brave and made some attempts to swim, but I haven’t managed to do more than a couple of strokes without having an impression that parts of my body are freezing and are ready to fall off. I guess I have been spoiled by swimming in the warm Black Sea in the childhood. Instead of swimming I kept myself busy by talking to my companions and by desperately trying to get at least a tiny bit tanned.