Paris

For the 3rd time in my life i ended up in Paris, but this time i was there for a work meeting. after 3 years in my job finnaly i got the opportunity to go somewhere in work outside Portugal.
i arrived to Paris on Saturday night and left on Tuesday at midday, so i only worked on Monday, so i got sometime to travel.
Saturday night was quite boring, being all alone in Paris, really depressed me but on Sunday my ood was better.
Like a good turist i went for the first time inside some monument in Paris i went to the Louvre.
it was the first day of the month so i didn't pay anything. i started in trying to find the Mona, yep, Mona Lisa, that girl that looks like she is always watching you and was painted by Leo.
After stayed there trying to figure out why the hell she is so famous(me and all the others looking with the mounth open to the paintign for 10 minutes with mouth open) i went to see the Africa, South America and Oceania exibit.
it was nice you can group the all sculptures in 4 groups:
-reproduction( everytime that there was a man pointing down or a woman with two arms down that ment something about sex)
-social status( sometimes they anounce that some of a bigger social class lives there)
-religion( gods, and something from the the other world)
-passage from child to man.

i continue to see the muslim art and the babilon has you can see in the picture.
finally i ended in the egip and in the louvre dugens.

in the afternoon nothing that go to the fountain of saint michel, and walk near the Sen, just enjoying Paris with a friend.

Finally to end the good trip nothing has to see Jim at his home, yep, i went to a cemetery and almost lost my plane. i tryed to find edit but i think she had just left, i even tryed to see chopin but time was not enought so i have to go back to Paris for a 4th time.

September

i hate september even in the last 2 septembers i had good experiences and nice travels but it's true i hate september.
in august i have my freedom, my travles, my fresh air, the new peoples, new cultures and then everything ends and comes september.
it's a month that normally brings bad luck and i get sad and frustrated about life.
the only thing that makes me happy is to remember the past, the good things of what i already acomplished in only 5 years of international travelling.
there is nothing compared that dancing in a spanish fiesta or going to a concert in valladolid, riding a bike in the french viniards, stay by the river in prague admiring the river, go to a ska festival, stay in a terrance in the colorfull neighbourhood of berlin, teatching english to tchechens, treck in the midlle of japanese mountains, discover archeologics monuments in the midle of the jungle in bangladesh, watchinh portuguese team playing the worldcup in morocco with everybody supporting the other team, trecking in the italian alps, the many landscape and people you had met and you never saw it again, memories.......
i have done already so much things and i am happy with it.
life is good after all.
but there are so many that didn't and continue to do the same boring things and i really think that they are not completly happy with their life, always following the norm, the majority, the fachion, well maybe they are happy.
but maybe because i question myself why should i do this only because everyone does it, why should i wear the same cloths and be has tidy has the other becuase someone will do remarks about you, why you have to like all the music that is on top, why you have like the same movies, the same food, go to the big beaches, the main monuments, the turists spots. why.
you can do so much if you go just to the other path.
maybe in a few years i change.