I remember when I used to drive every week 300 km each way to go to work. I just hated it. The thought of driving would make me nauseous. Now that I don't have a car, I find it a cathartic experience. What is there in driving, seeing the background changing, listening to music and thinking about life that makes it so purifying? Perhaps it's just the feeling of running away and leaving everything behind.
Stop complaining that I never post things about myself and what I'm doing. Here goes a photolog.
Work
Rome
Sailing
US
You're reading my weblog. As it's being used with different intentions, this blog is trilingual. Posts about my life, travelling and other topics are mostly written in portuguese but ocasionaly also in english or italian. Research posts are written in english. Sorry for the mess, I'm trying to figure a way to automagically translate the content. Meanwhile, try to sort it out with the tags.
