2013 must have been one of my most eventful years. Granted
it kicked off on a bit of a low point but looking back, I'm pretty happy with
my year. I left Loreto College with my 4 A-levels which, even I'm impressed I
walked out of alive. Many of my friends were adamant I'd have a mental
breakdown but I think I hung in there...mostly at least. I had my 18th
birthday, which was undoubtedly one of the greatest weekends of my entire life,
I'll never forget spending it with such amazing people. I even got my first
proper job working at my friends dad's bar. But in this little entry I'm gunna
talk about my holiday to Portugal with my family.
So a bit of back story before I get into it, I'd just
recently finished watching a playthrough of the videogame Bioshck Infinite by
YouTuber Cryoatic, I'd been staying up most nights just addicted to the story
and how Cry played through it. I'll admit I do sound nerdy talking about a
freaking videogame but I thought it was absolutely incredible, the storytelling
mixed beautifully with the graphics and gameplay to produce, what I feel, one
of the greatest games ever made, I cannot wait to play through it myself. The
ending was particularly confusing and at the same time mesmerising (I shan't
spoil it for those who haven't had the pleasure) and I became addicted to the
music used in the game. I even changed my ringtone to the Songbird's tune
(nerdgasm). The song that stuck with me was "Will The Circle Be Unbroken?"
sung by the beautiful Courtnee Draper who voiced Elizabeth in the game. I
listened to it religiously on the flight and even tried to part my freshly cut
hair like Booker DeWitt (the protagonist).
The first thing that hit me when we landed was the heat, oh
lawdy was that place hot. Not that I didn't enjoy it, although saying that I
did have an amazing summer so it would have been nice to stick around for a bit
longer and just soak up my youth with those beautiful things I call chums. Nevertheless I was set for a wonderful week
catching some Portuguese rays and reading my Game of Thrones book, and of course
getting a good look at Portugal. We had a lovely apartment, sadly though there
was only one double bed which my mother quickly called dibs on and a pull out
sofa bed. Meaning my brother, my father and I would alternate between staying
on that ridiculously uncomfortable sofa thing and the divine softness of the
bed. Then we discovered a very handy supermarket not a stone's throw away from
where we were staying, which was very convenient in times of desperation.
So it already seemed like I was set for a very enjoyable
holiday, I had pretty much everything I needed to enjoy myself except my second
family which were over in sunny England waiting for me. I can't remember in
detail what we did everyday in Portugal, but we made sure we actually did
something, whether it be the beach just a short walk from the apartment, or go sightseeing
a the local towns and villages. We certainly didn't want to end up like a bunch
of slobbish Brits just going abroad and staying as British as possible.
On the second night I think it was, we went out for our
evening meal. The restaurant of choice was a lovely sea food joint with the
outside shaped like a boat. I decided to go straight in and try something I'd never
had, so I had a delicious octopus stew. It didn't disappoint, the octopus
itself was very tender and delicate, but very tasty when accompanied with some
rice and whatever the fuck sauce was in there. We retired back to the apartment
and father person and I stayed up to watch a few episodes of Breaking Bad,
something we'd become furiously addicted to back home. Dad and I got into this
habit every night, a few beers and a handful of Breaking Bad episodes. Again
I'll avoid spoilers as they're disgusting things but we were on season 4 at the
time so you can imagine how tense our nights got.
One day my father and I went on a walk around Albefiera, a
small village about a 5 minute cab drive from our apartment. It wasn't exactly amazing
but it was nice for a walk and a beer and a bond. Not as in that smooth bastard
James but as in a proper chat with my Dad. We've always been close but I felt
things like watching Breaking Bad and that walk in Albefiera were some of the
best memories I'll have with him, I fucking love my Dad. We talked about
everything there is to talk about really, money, University (which was slowly
approaching), movies, games, music, love, the past. Yeah, we covered a lot
walking through that sun soaked town, one topic we fell on was my Grandfather
Graham. I'd learned a lot about him and to hear my Dad talk about him was
something of a treat, granted some of the stories were of my Grandfather being
a bit of a tit, it made me think differently about him. We stopped at a little
restaurant and had a burger and a beer, talked a little more then headed home
as the day was coming to an end. It was a perfect day spent with a truly awesome
man and I'll never forget it.
In the mornings I'd tumble out of bed/sofa and grab a
coffee. I'd then take myself outside in the pouring sun and read a few chapters
of Game of Thrones. I'd already seen series 1-3 so I knew what was coming but I
was still hooked. I'd dream of being a Dothraki or a King, whoa man what a
wonderful series of books. My other family members would slowly get themselves
out of bed and join me in the day, then we'd discuss what we'd do over
breakfast. I'd play Mario Kart against my little brother on one of his Nintendo
DS', or I'd try and sneak in another cheeky nap just to return to my wonderful
dreams. I think the sunshine did wonders for my dreams because I had some corkers
that I wrote down in my diary.
One night whilst sitting on the balcony with my folks as
they shared an evening smoke, we noticed two guard dogs outside this compound parallel
to our apartment. One of them was a big, old, slow grey dog, the other was a
spritely young white dog with the number "11" spray painted on his
forehead. Dad and I would later joke and
say the grey dog was nicknamed "Mr White" and the white dog was
"Number 11", homage to Breaking Bad and the relationship between
Walter and his own number 11 in Jesse.
Buried amongst the many bars in Olhos D'Agua was a wonderful
place called The Black Cat, run by a very interesting man named Roy. He was
black, aging but aging well, and a voice that sounded as if it had been ran over,
dragged through a mile of glass, soaked in whiskey and smoked out of a long
pipe. The Black Cat was a jazz themed bar, it's special night was a Thursday
where they'd get a Sinatra impersonator in, sadly we never went on a Thursday
night but I'd love to see what it was like. We spent our final night in The
Black Cat with Roy, my brother and I even drew him a picture each to accompany
another drawing by an artist many a year ago. Roy loved it, and I'm happy to
have met such a pleasant man. If you're ever in Olhos D'Agua, give Roy a visit
and stay for a while, you won't regret it. I'd love to have taken Ben and
SamSamto it, it seemed like a perfect place for the two of them. It's wonderful
having amazing friends like those to come home to, like I said before, they're
more like a second family to me.
Another wonderful part of having such a wide group of
friends was bringing gifts back from abroad. I was pretty lazy with this
holiday however and just got everyone a necklace, but not without having a good
luck around to what each one would really like. For SamSam, I bought her a
Rolling Stones one with the lips and tongue logo. For Kyle I bought a biohazard
logo, which he still wears and makes me smile. For Ben I bought him a
replacement for his St Michael pendant which got broken, I found a pretty sweet
Gemini necklace which he wears every day. For Little Jack I bought him an
anarchy logo, because if I were to describe him I'd say he's a "diluted
punk". For Josh I bought a similar pendant as Bens but with a funky lizard
on. Finally for Adam I bought him a tiki mask pendant which wet well with his
other present for his birthday. Then after sorting everybody else out, I
splashed out on myself and bought a cool leather strap and a skull necklace. I'd
had my eye on it for a while and I took the fact that it was the last one in
the store as I sign to grab it and make it mine. It really stood out to me,
it's little smiley face really ticked me and I've worn it every day since buying
it. It even ended up being a coincidental, wonderful yet sadly very brief
relationship with Oli. But that's a story best left for another time ey?
I was excited when the time come for going home. Not because
I wanted to leave in a hurry, I could've stayed for longer but I think two weeks
was just the right amount of time for a perfect holiday. I'll always remember
Portugal for being a very pleasant and delightful period of my year. Here's to
many more.
