Ave Liberdade is like walking down Kalakaua in Honolulu. All the high end shops, expensive hotels, expensive condos and apartments….set with old time (hundreds year old) cobblestone streets that will take one down in a flash.
We took a leisurely afternoon and explored the immediate area around our apartment. The cobblestones are something else. I saw people slipping and catching themselves everywhere, so it isn’t just me and my propensity to fall on my face! Continue reading “Jet lag and living in Lisboa”
We made it through Passport Control and the airport. If you have nothing to declare, you can stroll right on out. It is an option to declare whatever, or just exit.
So as much as I can hardly believe it, we are on a plane to London Gatwick to pickup a flight from there to Lisbon, Portugal. It seems like a dream.
As I have mentioned in previous entries, I have been listening to a great courses daily podcast on “Food: A Cultural Culinary History”. I own a domain name and website called “Our Healthy Eating“. I have been investigating recipes and am working on adding cooking techniques, recipes, and more to the site. It is slower in advancement than this site is. Continue reading “Food: Part sustenance, part social, part historical”
I have been reflecting a lot on “doing the right thing” (higher moral ground?) versus what one might have the “privilege” of doing as an autocrat or totalitarian. Privilege, from the dictionary sense, as defined as a noun:
I was thinking of putting a drink recipe on Our Heathy Eating with a link back to the Sip and Mingle event that hubby and I attended a couple of weeks ago. However, I came to the conclusion it fits best here. The folks at Total Wine and More passed along an interesting recipe that might be good for the summer so I am going to share it here but with attribution to Total Wine, Tukwila store: Continue reading “Sip and Mingle Drink Recipe”
Some 60 (OMG!!!) odd years ago, my mother required me to take piano lessons. I believe, though I can’t swear to it, that my sister may also have been required to take the initial lessons but managed, at her more mature age, to wiggle out of them. She was, after all, some 8 years older than me. I hold her accountable for that today. <grin> I am still thinking of ways to get even <grinning louder>.
In my previous entry I related my first #MeToo experience. Next came the second in a continuation of a long line of such experiences. Until recently, I thought it was all my fault. I thought that I was the problem. But then, don’t we all?
1976: Determined to find a sales position and earn a good living for myself, I applied to every job in the want ads under sales. One in particular tweaked my interest. It was a blind ad with a PO mailbox address and I sat on it for several days wondering if it was real. I finally mailed my resume and cover letter.
I doubt there is any woman over the age of 50 (and maybe even 40) who has not experienced some form of discrimination or harassment at the hands of an authoritarian individual or employer. I have watched the movement unfold, with a lot of high ranking individuals being called out for their attitudes and behaviors. I simply could not bring myself to participate in the movement on Facebook or wherever because it is not going to change any aspect of my past #MeToo experiences. I have evolved to a point in my life where, even before this movement, no one is going to discriminate or harass me because I am a woman. I have received threats and attempts to discredit my efforts & my reputation while I was on our Condo’s Board of Directors, but those were not gender-biased.