Paracetamol, that’s all you need to know. Forget about polite Portuguese phrases and if you understand what they ask you at the counter or not. Just learn the proper name of the drugs you need, and you’ll be fine. The advanced course recommends you to write the size of the pills on a piece of paper, or possibly using sign language for it. Don’t bother for anything smaller than 750 mg though, they won’t have it anyways.
It was actually harder on my nerves than I thought it would be to try the washing machine in my new flat for the first time. Especially since I haven’t taken any part whatsoever in installing it, I can’t really see any hoses going in or out from it and I know that the knifes which were put in the flat was not meant to be used for cutting anything. So far, so good though. No water on the floor, it seems to be enough water in the machine and no neighbours complaining yet.
Highlight of the day (eh…not that hard perhaps when home sick in bed, but anyways): Finally found the switch for the AC. It mysteriously stopped while I was watching the DJ dancing around in pink tights and lip stick at the Christmas party on Friday and I haven’t been able to get it going ever si
nce. Well, I couldn’t even find anything that I could try to get it going with. Until tonight - Kazaam! And there it was. This nice, white, plain switch, just like the ones you would install for a lamp, sitting (read hiding) behind this small sticking-out-thing on my bedroom wall, facing the balcony. Not going to enter the discussion about how clever the placement of such a switch is in a flat you’re putting up for rent in a city where the temperature won’t drop below 20° C even during night. I found it, it’s working, and that’s all that matters.
It was actually harder on my nerves than I thought it would be to try the washing machine in my new flat for the first time. Especially since I haven’t taken any part whatsoever in installing it, I can’t really see any hoses going in or out from it and I know that the knifes which were put in the flat was not meant to be used for cutting anything. So far, so good though. No water on the floor, it seems to be enough water in the machine and no neighbours complaining yet.
Highlight of the day (eh…not that hard perhaps when home sick in bed, but anyways): Finally found the switch for the AC. It mysteriously stopped while I was watching the DJ dancing around in pink tights and lip stick at the Christmas party on Friday and I haven’t been able to get it going ever si
nce. Well, I couldn’t even find anything that I could try to get it going with. Until tonight - Kazaam! And there it was. This nice, white, plain switch, just like the ones you would install for a lamp, sitting (read hiding) behind this small sticking-out-thing on my bedroom wall, facing the balcony. Not going to enter the discussion about how clever the placement of such a switch is in a flat you’re putting up for rent in a city where the temperature won’t drop below 20° C even during night. I found it, it’s working, and that’s all that matters.
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