Sept 1, 2020 · Lousã, Portugal
Eclectic Portugal: One of the things I enjoy about Portugal is the lack of uniformity and symmetry. The only conistancy is the inconsitancy and the individualized creations outside and inside.
Today I only had time for driveby shootings. Starting an ironman (literally), to and ANTIFA biker scarecrow (facetiously), and even a very sweet “Caution School” sign of a girl skipping (school maybe)
The Portuguese appear to be prepared for anything, they even have a sideways ladder, for when things do sideways.
I was sad at first when I thought I had shot aliens in a cage, but as it turns out it was just a screen to protect their ship from the mountain top winds.
With all this shooting, I finally got out of the car, and found myself to be nothing more than a shadow of myself. I was happy to see I had gained some heigth appearing, almost as tall as a communiction tower.
As I drove back to my place for the next few nights, I found myself alit, in the village of Candal, whose hillside looked like a iitup multi-tiered cake. Coincidence or not with the village name sounding like Candle and lit up like one, it was nice way to end the evening’s drive.