Bidet virgin, time zone changes, tales from Portugal (part two)
Bidet virgin, time zone changes, Tales from Portugal (part two)
Well, losing my virginity at my age is possible if there is such a thing as a born-again virgin. The bidet in my bathroom was calling my name (I have never used one so I’m a bidet virgin as well). I have tons of time to explore my surroundings and play with the furniture, so it seems. Am I behind time or ahead of time, lord knows I am directionally challenged but adding to this, is the time changes I have been experiencing.
Checking into this great hotel just gets better and better. Well, I did miss out on supper, it turns out I was on Newfoundland time (don’t even ask, I was in Toronto though). It was after midnight when I ventured downstairs for something to eat. I had a great sleep in a bed that felt a bit like heaven, but without the drama of a needy man .. lol.
I lingered over my shower but that was mostly because I was trying to figure out how it works. First off, I had to get out and put the rubber bath mat in (a sign was posted in the shower to do so.. hmmm, well it was slippery). Some stuff you just do because it’s an age thing, and I want to keep aging right?
The bidet caught my eye as I got out and I had lots of time, so I figured .. let’s see how this sucker works! First, turn on the water, and make sure to turn it to warm.. lol. I decided to go and look it over again before I write this up. I overlooked a major point here, seems you can sit on it two ways. I will need to do more research on this, needless to say, it was lovely on the butt/ladyparts, sorry/not sorry : )
I then got dressed and primped a bit for my excursion to find supper. Well, it turns out it was after midnight, I was a little late to the table, so to speak. Back up in my room I look over room service and think everything looks good but a little pricey. So I fish out my squished banana and leftover potatoe chips. Then a day-old sausage and egg muffin from Tim Hortons ya I know… disgusting went through my mind too, as I chowed down.
Sure, food poisoning went through my mind, but I was only feeding myself. Sausage meat is cured and the eggs are not real eggs, are they? I’m fine this morning and I saved twenty or thirty Euros on room service. Now here comes the good part, breakfast here is served from 7:00 am til 10:30!
I slept in because I’m still on someone else’s time.. but in Portugal, it is 8:30 am and back home it is 1:30 am. Down I go for breakfast hoping I am not too late. OMG … what a treat was in store for me, the manager of the breakfast room was so handsome and the food looked not too bad either.
The breakfast includes pretty much anything you want, including watermelon juice. I opted for tomatoe juice and ended up also drinking the watermelon juice as well as a green melon and banana smoothie. The fruit takes a hit as well, that bidet may get some real action tonight (ya, I don’t hold back much, sorry) The only thing I didn’t care for was the bacon, I think they cut it out of a magazine, a hardcover one.
The pastries were the best I have eaten and I need to put some pictures here. This dang new phone again, I am still struggling with its peculiar ways. I stuff as much fruit into my purse as possible (and a hard-boiled egg), I know, but it’s those Euros, I just don’t have enough of them. I do, however, use a small plate for the pastries I take back to my room.
Oh my, the coffee, lord kill me now, it is divine! As are the custard tarts and the little orange ring cake thingys. I stay for two hours and pace myself as I gaze at the help and take in the ambiance. I idly wonder if the manager in this well-run breakfast room is married. He sees me looking at him and comes over to me once again, to see if I would like more coffee… mmmmmm
So it is that breakfast is over and now it’s naptime, all that food made up for the slim pickings of yesterday. AND, the best part is that Joao (head desk office manager) included it in my room, so no outlay of those damn Euros. Most of my peers on the CLJ start arriving today so I am going to stick around here, maybe take in the ambiance of the lobby after my morning nap.
I have been looking over our itinerary and there is no chance anyone is going to be hungry, bored, or dry.. on this International Culinary Association learning journey, the wine tours alone will keep us hydrated. I will need all this sleep… just sayin..
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Sept. 6th 2019