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finally put up some photos from my trip to portugal a month ago.

here’s a link. sharing memories.

porto – flickr

porto – smugmug (better quality)

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there are many ways to celebrate friendships, christmas, memories and life in general, but one that i absolutely loved was what some friends of mine organized this past friday. the stealing christmas bonfire night, at ocean beach where the city of san francisco meets the fluorescent waves of the pacific ocean.

in what was one of the most freezing night since 1929 in san francisco, we ventured out to ocean beach with something like seven or eight xmas trees, music, drinks, extra wood to burn and s’mores.

the flames would go up to 8 ft high as soon as another xmas tree got dropped in. and we’d cheer and stare in amazement at the bright sparkles in front of us. not sure what it is, but there’s something powerful about fire. maybe it’s just me and my pyro brain, but it really connects with you in ways not easy to describe.

having had a wonderful and unforgettable week in portugal visiting family, friends, seeind helder again, little things like this make it all worth it. a city that lets people do bonfires at the beach any night of the week, is a city that promotes the happiness of its people and traditions.

and it’s a city that makes me smile.

there’s this tv show i love. there’s this song i love.

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there’s doctors and there’s lawyers
And business executives,
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

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