For me Portugal has never been a country that caught my attention. Last year I decided to go and see what the neighborhood, since it is good to know your closest companions, and since then I found places that are worth seeing: For example Lisbon with the great estuary of the Tagus River from its monumental bridge "Twenty-April" almost 2 kilometers long, all steel, and the lengthy bridge Basque da Gama "17.2 miles, considered the longest in Europe, connects Montijo and Sacavém near the Park of Nations, where Expo was 98. Seen as night gives an impression of infinity, do not see the end, both are wonderful. Later, on the outskirts of Lisbon is the Jeronimos Monastery in Belem, with its style between late Gothic and Renaissance, which highlights its magnificent cloister, I liked it so much I even made a note of it. Then we move to a small town called Sintra near Lisbon, where we find the Palacio de Pena, one of the principal residences of the Portuguese royal family in the nineteenth century with a romantic nineteenth-century Portuguese, is the heritage of humanity, and seems entirely a tale princess palace. On the way to Coimbra we find Batalha Monastery a, too late Gothic style, with many, pediments, capitals, pinnacles, and doors that are called imperfect doors with triple arcades that leave you speechless. Also with great joy we discovered a beautiful fishing village called Nazareth, there we took an elevator that took us to the top where people can observe and beach. From there we headed to the Cave of Hell where the ocean waves coming in and seems to swallow, Fatima with their religiosity to the surface came later, although I must say that consumption also seems to now win the battle to the mystical. And finally, Coimbra with its magnificent old university library, and especially their slopes to reach it, that it take a long time to forget. In short, it was worth the trip and had the opportunity to demystify stereotypes. Its inhabitants, though I suppose there are all, I found a bit dry on the deal, but I prefer not to generalize.
I feel what is happening to the poor Portugal, rescue and all that. I will always remember this song from the tuna dedicated to our neighbor country, well sure, one or some know. It reads:
We
singers Lusitana land,
Songs We bring the air and sea,
We filling the balconies and windows
In ancient melodies of Portugal.
Oporto red wine filled meadows
red flowers covering the coast will
Green is the Tajo, green are the two sides
Both national flag colors.
For all your ground is a charm
Why, wonders why he sees you,
Ay Portugal because I love you so
Why, oh why envy you all why
be that your women are beautiful,
be that the wine gladdens the heart,
Will your beautiful roses smell good,
will, you will be bathed in sunshine.
LA REFUGEE
When civil war came, my mother was twelve years old, an age more than enough to keep many memories of this time. It is a town of Jaén, like many others in Spain. There, the National not long in, no bombardments, and so we sent many refugees from other towns where things got worse. At my grandmother landed a middle-aged lady, who came for lunch and dinner each day, the poor had a huge tour with a slope tremendous to put in their mouths a few lentils and potatoes, because due to the scarcity of food available to the bare minimum.
When was the sound of airplanes, people went to the windows to see them. Refugee surprised that he said: "As noted here have not bombed, but I esconderíais under the tables. And it was true, here the war was in the front, led many young people had no choice but to join the armed forces did not know or take a gun, but his duty was to fight the enemy, and some never return.
My mother did not hear very well spent, only that his brothers were in the front of his regret, were forced, also noted that the red, as she said, "drew the saints of the churches, and that, was not right, what they had done the poor Saints to put them on guard, 'cause the poor parish priest helped everyone and did not deserve this, fix if it was good that he was told her parents gave it to the poor, but the war was pointless and not understand anything. My mother told me that some rich led them to do the little walk and never returned. not realized who command, only saw that war was very bad and I wanted it to end.
nationals found almost no resistance and quickly seized the town, killing the few factions that they faced. The refugee from the overnight disappeared, surely the poor would end up in prison or on the side of any road.
