It’s been a month and almost 2 weeks since I stepped on portuguese land and I have problems understanding why is time going so quick when you’re having the best moments of your life. I remember, after a long night waiting in the Bucharest airport, a 3-hour-flight took me to Lisbon where I had to wait another 3 hours for my train to Porto. Tired, slightly hungry and, without any doubts, nervous and excited I got to Porto at around 7 pm on Tuesday September 4th. And that was the day I fell in love-with the city, with the people, the ocean and even with the small flaws a place like this can have.

        I didn’t have any major problems with university, accomodation or integrating into the society. So far. However, things are different in comparison to the English or Romanian lifestyle. I won’t make a chart of good and bad things now, at the beginning, but I hope, at the end of this year I will be able to get some final objective thoughts on this piece of heaven.

         I live in a 4 bedroom flat with a Polish girl and two guys, Brazilian and Slovakian. It’s a quiet area, very close to my university. It’s the first time I don’t live with family and I feel pretty badass having to do everything by myself, even though I was never the biggest fan of growing up. Home made food, a lovely big bedroom with too many photos/drawings on the walls, little money and long bike-rides on fascinating narrow streets. I don’t think I have been this happy in a long time. The best thing about all this? It’s going to last another 10 months.

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