How will you do without knowing the basics of Portuguese?
Well this is a small country and a large amount of the revenue comes in through tourists. Not speaking Portuguese is not much of a handicap as the reverse would be in the US. Most people under 40 and who have a decent education will be able to speak well. For example, my son is in preschool and he has an English lesson once a week. People are very willing to help here and charades can accomplish a lot. The basics are pretty easy. You can go online and search or purchase a book like Lonely Planet's Phrasebook (make sure it is European and not Brazilian). You can get very far with please, thank you, Do you speak English?, excuse me, I apologize, I don't speak Portuguese, 1-10, No, Go away, help, I am allergic to...., Does this dish contain...., Memorizing these phrases can be done on the plane. Another trick is to figure out your request and write it down. A little notebook and a pencil are a good thing.
I have heard of the skating rink so I did some research. It hasn't been cold enough for ice. In fact, the 'ice' is made of plastic, I think it is Teflon sheets that have been put down. The municipal office (the bureaucracy that runs the city) called it ice in a press release. It is open through the Jan 9th I think. There is also a French Carousel. I couldn't find a price for entry; it could be free. I might get to go down that way this week. I'll let you know if I find out anything.
Most museums are free on Sunday mornings (except for the Orient Museum which is free on Friday evenings) and closed on Mondays.
As far as the rainy season here it means highs in the 40's to the high 50'sF with lows in the 30's F The coldest it got last year was 33F and that made the news. Most places do not have heaters; so coffee and soup are awesome for that reason. It is also rainy. Today for instance it is high of 19C (66F) low of 14C (60F) and overcast. It will probably rain. That could mean a few hours of a light drizzle or 30 minutes of heavy pour or both.
Rain also means that the stone that makes up the walking areas here can be really slippery.
You can probably pick up a cheap umbrella here (chapeu de chuva) at a Chinese shop and if the wind plays havoc with it you are out a few euros.
As far as looking like a tourist I wouldn't worry too much about it; this isn't Paris, Milan, or London. There is not a great deal of fashionistas or at least I haven't run into them. Wearing presentable casual attire is fine. If anything I think Portuguese women tend to wear more form fitting clothes than their Midwestern US counterparts. Boots that go up to the top of the calf are pretty popular as well.
When we first arrived we were told; don't leave things unlocked or out. People will assume you don't want it and take - there is no shame in dumpster diving here. As far as muggings or being threatened that is very rare. Crime statistics put Lisbon ahead of most if not all major cities in the US. As long as you are aware of your surroundings you should be fine. If you feel unsafe you can go into a cafe and ask them to call you a taxi (Pode chamar-me um taxi, por favor?).
As far as getting harassed; I have been witness to one cellphone pilfering and have had a few friends loose pocket books, wallets, etc. The cellphone pilfering happened when two women who were probably Roma (It is an unfortunate stereotype here) came into the coffee shop where we were. They each had lottery tickets that they were offering. One came over, noticed the cellphone and started being louder. Her friend came over and offered us more tickets and the original woman slipped the cellphone into her pocket and left. It was 20 minutes before we noticed the cellphone was no longer on the table. The two women made something like 5-10 euros a piece. Another friend lost a camera. He was on the subway with all his bags and he had draped a camera over shoulder but not in a bag. When the subway doors were closing he felt a tug and he was on one side of the door and the dude with his camera was on the other.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Lisbon in two days
Recently, I got a request for how to spend a few days in Lisbon. Sights to see and places to go that are part of the quintessential city without being too touristy.
Unfortunately the stuff that is easy access and representative is developed around the city. That said it is still a magical and charming place and must be seen by foot as car travel around the city is the slowest option from point to point with in the downtown core.
I recommend a half day in Biaxa near Rua Garret and Praça Camões (This doesn't include the big squares of Restauradores and Rossio and the Carmelite nunnery) followed by another half day exploring Alfama (Fado museum). As far as night life Barrio Alto is the place to go.
The touristy part of Sintra is a pleasant quaint hill town, think Vail or Lake Tahoe area of its day. If you are sporty you can walk up to the moorish castle and Pena Palace which are on the ridge line or you can take the bus and stroll the grounds. There is a really cool garden in Sintra as well.
Belém is really part of the greater Lisbon metropolis now. There is much to see. What makes the high points on the tourist map are the tower (torre) and the pastry shop (pasteis de Belém) but I honestly think it is only worth about 1/2 a day. Other than that there is a carriage museum, planetarium, garden, monument to progress, electricity museum, monastery, and the CCB. The CCB (Centre Cultural de Belém) is pretty cool venue for art. I haven't personally been to the planetarium, garden or inside the monument to progress again it depends on your wishes.
There is one caveat about all this walking: that it won't be raining cats and dogs. This is the rainy season through March. It could rain every day you are here.
One other thing: I am a guy who looks Portuguese. I don't think there are any problems going anywhere as a single female in the city during the day; even one who is obviously a tourist. I have been told that Barrio Alto can be dangerous when the bars close (around 4am) but having a small child at home I can't say that I have been out that late here :).
One other point I would like to make about food: people eat large lunches around 1 or 2 and don't eat dinner until 9. If you are used to having dinner at 6 it is too early for most restaurants. Pregos or bifanas are a nice protein snack (fried meat on bread). If you are a vegetarian who doesn't eat fish you'll have limited options. If you like fish I really like Dourada Grelhada (Grilled Sea Bream) but smaller fish don't come filleted.
Rob
Unfortunately the stuff that is easy access and representative is developed around the city. That said it is still a magical and charming place and must be seen by foot as car travel around the city is the slowest option from point to point with in the downtown core.
I recommend a half day in Biaxa near Rua Garret and Praça Camões (This doesn't include the big squares of Restauradores and Rossio and the Carmelite nunnery) followed by another half day exploring Alfama (Fado museum). As far as night life Barrio Alto is the place to go.
The touristy part of Sintra is a pleasant quaint hill town, think Vail or Lake Tahoe area of its day. If you are sporty you can walk up to the moorish castle and Pena Palace which are on the ridge line or you can take the bus and stroll the grounds. There is a really cool garden in Sintra as well.
Belém is really part of the greater Lisbon metropolis now. There is much to see. What makes the high points on the tourist map are the tower (torre) and the pastry shop (pasteis de Belém) but I honestly think it is only worth about 1/2 a day. Other than that there is a carriage museum, planetarium, garden, monument to progress, electricity museum, monastery, and the CCB. The CCB (Centre Cultural de Belém) is pretty cool venue for art. I haven't personally been to the planetarium, garden or inside the monument to progress again it depends on your wishes.
There is one caveat about all this walking: that it won't be raining cats and dogs. This is the rainy season through March. It could rain every day you are here.
One other thing: I am a guy who looks Portuguese. I don't think there are any problems going anywhere as a single female in the city during the day; even one who is obviously a tourist. I have been told that Barrio Alto can be dangerous when the bars close (around 4am) but having a small child at home I can't say that I have been out that late here :).
One other point I would like to make about food: people eat large lunches around 1 or 2 and don't eat dinner until 9. If you are used to having dinner at 6 it is too early for most restaurants. Pregos or bifanas are a nice protein snack (fried meat on bread). If you are a vegetarian who doesn't eat fish you'll have limited options. If you like fish I really like Dourada Grelhada (Grilled Sea Bream) but smaller fish don't come filleted.
Rob
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
So Lisbon is in Spain right?
I figure the story of how we came to find ourselves in Lisbon, Portugal might be of
interest to some. Don't worry there will be more.
I don't know exactly where this odyssey started but I suppose if it can be said to have started anywhere it started with a dame and a blue strip. Or more exactly the acknowledgment of what was a mildly risky behavior had resulted in pregnancy. I know on the spectrum of risk unprotected sex between married and consenting adults is on the order of cutting the tag off of the mattress but we weren't looking to get pregnant just then. I had finished up writing and defending my master's thesis 6 weeks prior and was not yet gainfully employed. We had moved to Bloomington, Indiana, for my wife's work and I was in the process of looking for work as newly minted Master's of Science in mechanical engineering.
I started mildly freaking out and when a job offer did come I took the slightly higher paycheck over the job that had the had the longer commute, better work environment and better rapport with the boss (side bar: I remember thinking 'this guy [my boss] maybe a bit of a jerk, checking his email while we are finishing up the interview in his office but I can deal. In retrospect it now belongs among the pantheon of bad ideas like: 'never get involved in a land war in Asia' or 'never mess with a Sicilian when death is on the line').
I grew to not just dislike my job but it became apparent that I had relied on the judgment of my boss to determine if I was a good fit for the position. That was a horrible idea but how does one determine if a job is a good fit when one is new to the industry?
Our child is born 3 weeks early in February 2008. He is mostly healthy save for an inability to tolerate dairy proteins, not dairy sugars like lactose but something unique to cow's milk that was making it into Liz's milk. His bowels were in open revolt at the time and Liz had to deal with this episode more or less by herself.
Where am I? I am at work. I have limited time off because I don't really qualify for Family Medical Leave Act at the time of his birth (sidebar II: You have to work for your employer for 1 year before being eligible for FMLA but you can take the leave up to 1 year after a qualifying FMLA event.)
In the second quarter 2008 my wife is looking for her next position and hears about a job offer in Lisbon and she brings it up and I say, 'sure' not giving it much more thought than that. I am looking for work myself and go on a couple of job interviews in the area but nothing works out. Then the market starts to go really south and I become more resigned to the prospect that maybe I can just put in my time and get transferred out of the department rather than out of the company. Meanwhile my wife's application has been sent off into the ether without so much as a 'thank you for your application' return email.
Granted this behavior is odd by the standards of the US but according to our confidential Portuguese informant and friend, Alfredo, the lack of communication may not be a bad thing as the Portuguese have rules to prevent favoritism that prevent them from talking to us.
Then comes Valentine's day 2009. For those of you playing at home, it has been almost 10 months since the application and Liz gets an email asking if she is still interested in being considered for the post in Lisbon. In the meantime Liz has given up dairy completely, we have gotten our son into an awesome daycare (I would put CVCC up against any daycare provider in the world, seriously the teachers in the room have more empathy and skill at working with children than anyone I've ever met), and Liz has discovered the magic of beer and that she hates teaching. Me? I am still not liking my job but more over they have gotten religion. The Toyota religion; the religion of 6S (the idea being that if we can as a company can keep our desks organized, clean and labeled that this will save the company money). Never mind that we don't have a clue as to what we as a plant are measuring or how to improve it but we will spend company time grading each other departments on cleanliness.
So Portugal asks Liz to respond in 2 or 3 days. We talk over our Valentine's evening and I say let's continue with the process; if they say yes to us and I don't get a job I figure I can be without employment for 2 years without much damaging effect on my career (Sidebar IV: I loathed my job at this point and have decided my boss is to be avoided. I recognize this behavior as counterproductive but I was in survival mode: expend no additional energy during the performance of tasks.)
In April we get notified that they would like to fly us out to visit at the end of May. My thinking is at this point that if Liz cannot see herself working with these people then we walk. I don't relish my job but I know how poor fit work environment is a losing proposition.
Our trip was full of joy. We are picked up at the airport by a Portuguese friend and former colleague of Liz's who initially takes us to the wrong hotel. This was the low point of the trip. In the caffeine and sleep-deprived fog of transporting ourselves and a 15 month old 5 hours into the future we had a minor hiccup with the hotel. Liz liked all of her potential colleagues everything was great and so we decided to start the process of moving ourselves to Portugal.
I thought my time in big pharma had prepared me for paperwork, little did I know...
interest to some. Don't worry there will be more.
I don't know exactly where this odyssey started but I suppose if it can be said to have started anywhere it started with a dame and a blue strip. Or more exactly the acknowledgment of what was a mildly risky behavior had resulted in pregnancy. I know on the spectrum of risk unprotected sex between married and consenting adults is on the order of cutting the tag off of the mattress but we weren't looking to get pregnant just then. I had finished up writing and defending my master's thesis 6 weeks prior and was not yet gainfully employed. We had moved to Bloomington, Indiana, for my wife's work and I was in the process of looking for work as newly minted Master's of Science in mechanical engineering.
I started mildly freaking out and when a job offer did come I took the slightly higher paycheck over the job that had the had the longer commute, better work environment and better rapport with the boss (side bar: I remember thinking 'this guy [my boss] maybe a bit of a jerk, checking his email while we are finishing up the interview in his office but I can deal. In retrospect it now belongs among the pantheon of bad ideas like: 'never get involved in a land war in Asia' or 'never mess with a Sicilian when death is on the line').
I grew to not just dislike my job but it became apparent that I had relied on the judgment of my boss to determine if I was a good fit for the position. That was a horrible idea but how does one determine if a job is a good fit when one is new to the industry?
Our child is born 3 weeks early in February 2008. He is mostly healthy save for an inability to tolerate dairy proteins, not dairy sugars like lactose but something unique to cow's milk that was making it into Liz's milk. His bowels were in open revolt at the time and Liz had to deal with this episode more or less by herself.
Where am I? I am at work. I have limited time off because I don't really qualify for Family Medical Leave Act at the time of his birth (sidebar II: You have to work for your employer for 1 year before being eligible for FMLA but you can take the leave up to 1 year after a qualifying FMLA event.)
In the second quarter 2008 my wife is looking for her next position and hears about a job offer in Lisbon and she brings it up and I say, 'sure' not giving it much more thought than that. I am looking for work myself and go on a couple of job interviews in the area but nothing works out. Then the market starts to go really south and I become more resigned to the prospect that maybe I can just put in my time and get transferred out of the department rather than out of the company. Meanwhile my wife's application has been sent off into the ether without so much as a 'thank you for your application' return email.
Granted this behavior is odd by the standards of the US but according to our confidential Portuguese informant and friend, Alfredo, the lack of communication may not be a bad thing as the Portuguese have rules to prevent favoritism that prevent them from talking to us.
Then comes Valentine's day 2009. For those of you playing at home, it has been almost 10 months since the application and Liz gets an email asking if she is still interested in being considered for the post in Lisbon. In the meantime Liz has given up dairy completely, we have gotten our son into an awesome daycare (I would put CVCC up against any daycare provider in the world, seriously the teachers in the room have more empathy and skill at working with children than anyone I've ever met), and Liz has discovered the magic of beer and that she hates teaching. Me? I am still not liking my job but more over they have gotten religion. The Toyota religion; the religion of 6S (the idea being that if we can as a company can keep our desks organized, clean and labeled that this will save the company money). Never mind that we don't have a clue as to what we as a plant are measuring or how to improve it but we will spend company time grading each other departments on cleanliness.
So Portugal asks Liz to respond in 2 or 3 days. We talk over our Valentine's evening and I say let's continue with the process; if they say yes to us and I don't get a job I figure I can be without employment for 2 years without much damaging effect on my career (Sidebar IV: I loathed my job at this point and have decided my boss is to be avoided. I recognize this behavior as counterproductive but I was in survival mode: expend no additional energy during the performance of tasks.)
In April we get notified that they would like to fly us out to visit at the end of May. My thinking is at this point that if Liz cannot see herself working with these people then we walk. I don't relish my job but I know how poor fit work environment is a losing proposition.
Our trip was full of joy. We are picked up at the airport by a Portuguese friend and former colleague of Liz's who initially takes us to the wrong hotel. This was the low point of the trip. In the caffeine and sleep-deprived fog of transporting ourselves and a 15 month old 5 hours into the future we had a minor hiccup with the hotel. Liz liked all of her potential colleagues everything was great and so we decided to start the process of moving ourselves to Portugal.
I thought my time in big pharma had prepared me for paperwork, little did I know...
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Learning Portuguese (European)
This idea for a blog has been kicking around for a while and now I think it may be time to inflict it on the rest of the world. About 14 months ago I readily and heartily agreed to leave my job and pack up our new household (newly minted toddler and 3 year old dog) to move about 1/4 away around the world to start a new life in Lisbon Portugal. Never mind that neither I nor my spouse had any connection to the land or familiarity with the language. Such is the power of the suck of my job that I would do anything legal to leave it.
So now it is nine months after the big move; we have been settled into our apartment for about two months (that is another few posts) and I feel a bit cut off from the people and the language. Of course I am bit of a detail person with a genetic make up that predisposes people to think that I am Portuguese, or rather I am pan-European by way of Kansas. This means that I am not getting the slower and louder treatment - instead it feels like I am drinking from the linguistic fire hose each time I have an unstructured interaction and I feel flustered and overwhelmed. My reaction is Não falo português .
Side bar: once while in the park with my child (my toe headed child) I came across a woman speaking English with one of her children. Seeking to start a conversation I asked how old her child was in English. She responded in Portuguese because as she later stated "when Portuguese people come up to me and talk in English I think they are just being polite, (not that they can understand English that well)". This is probably one of the most telling statements about the Portuguese. They (stereotype alert) speak some English but not well enough to speak at a normal pace with a fluent individual but are exceedingly polite about the whole thing. Of course the same could be said of many people from the US without the whole polite thing, we'd say "I'm sorry I don't get it".
So I wanted to catalog my Portuguese progress while I am here for the amusement and entertainment of those who aren't trying to speak to me in Portuguese.
I have a few books about language learning in general and Portuguese in particular.
So now it is nine months after the big move; we have been settled into our apartment for about two months (that is another few posts) and I feel a bit cut off from the people and the language. Of course I am bit of a detail person with a genetic make up that predisposes people to think that I am Portuguese, or rather I am pan-European by way of Kansas. This means that I am not getting the slower and louder treatment - instead it feels like I am drinking from the linguistic fire hose each time I have an unstructured interaction and I feel flustered and overwhelmed. My reaction is Não falo português .
Side bar: once while in the park with my child (my toe headed child) I came across a woman speaking English with one of her children. Seeking to start a conversation I asked how old her child was in English. She responded in Portuguese because as she later stated "when Portuguese people come up to me and talk in English I think they are just being polite, (not that they can understand English that well)". This is probably one of the most telling statements about the Portuguese. They (stereotype alert) speak some English but not well enough to speak at a normal pace with a fluent individual but are exceedingly polite about the whole thing. Of course the same could be said of many people from the US without the whole polite thing, we'd say "I'm sorry I don't get it".
So I wanted to catalog my Portuguese progress while I am here for the amusement and entertainment of those who aren't trying to speak to me in Portuguese.
I have a few books about language learning in general and Portuguese in particular.
- How to Learn Any Language by Barry Farber
- The Quick and Dirty Guide to Learning Languages Fast by AG Hawke
- The Loom of Language by Frederick Bodmer
- Teach Yourself Portuguese by Manuela Cook
- Larousse Concise Portuguese English Dictionary
- Acordo English to Portuguese and Portuguese to English Dictionaries
- Lonely Planet Portuguese Phrasebook
- Essential Portuguese Grammar
- A Frequency Dictionary of Portuguese by Davis and Preto-Bay
- Using Portuguese by McGovern and Ganho
- Portuguese, Essential Grammar by Hutchinson and Lloyd
- Rosetta Stone Brazilian Portuguese 1
- Pimsleur Brazilian Portuguese 1
- Michel Thomas Method Introduction to Portuguese
- Michel Thomas Method Portuguese Foundation
- Rick Steve's Guide to Portugal
- Vocabulearn Portuguese Flash Cards
- Accelastudy Ipod Application
- Portuguese Word of the Day Ipod Application
- itranslate ipod application
- Various Podcast in the Portuguese Language
- The kind people of Lisbon
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