What would you think of me judging from my phone

All of the below might be true.

  • This girl must be into some Wes Anderson crazy shit.

The wallpaper

  • Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, Vine, Pinterest. She has it all. Wait, where’s Twitter? Is she not on twitter? What kind of person is not on Twitter??
  • How many calendar apps one needs? This chick must be a control freak!
  • Contacts: Alex from Tinder, Ben from Tinder, John from Tinder…..
  • Whatsapp messages: Alex from Tinder, Ben from Tinder, John from Tinder…..
  • Let’s see her music playlists. Who is Chet Faker? Who is Mac Demarco? Who is The Babe Rainbow? I give up….
  • Now the photo gallery: Tinder conversations screenshots, Instagram posts screenshots, random dogs pictures.
  • She doesn’t have any games!
  • If she lives in Lisbon, why is her forecast prediction for Melbourne?
  • 8 new Tinder matches and 3 new messages. Is this an average Tinder day for a girl?
  • Let’s go back to the calendar: Friday – Lunch with Alex from tinder; Saturday – Drinks with Ben from Tinder; Sunday – Brunch with John from Tinder.

(pulls out own phone – downloading Tinder)


Not all women want to be mothers

Society says that I have to have kids, I say I don’t want to. 

Yesterday was Mother’s Day here in Portugal. Contrary to the States, we celebrate it on the first Sunday of May. I always had a problem with made up holidays but this one particularly bugs me. I never wanted to become a mother and because of that people think they have the right to lecture me.

I grew up as an only child until I was 9. My parents were constantly working and I didn’t spend that much time with them while growing up so I had to learn how to entertain myself. I would play alone with my Barbie dolls and watch Disney movies for hours. I was an easy and calm kid and I didn’t require a lot of attention. And then my baby sister was here. I quickly became her second mother because I was grown up and able to help my mom with everything she needed. I used to change diapers, feed her, play with her, pretty much everything since I was 10. When I was 15 I wanted to do what all 15 year olds do. And I could do it with only one exception, I had to take my sister with me. If I wanted to go the the mall my 6 year old sister had to go with me and the same would happen if I go to the beach. I was a mom at the age 10 and I still am today. I believe that’s one of the reasons I never wanted to have my own children. I know first hand how much work and responsibility it takes to be a mom.

Every time this topic comes in conversation I’m criticized. People say I shouldn’t say I don’t want kids, that there are a lot of people who want kids and can’t have their own and so long. How is that my problem? Just because I was born with a vagina I’m forced to pop out kids? Did I sign anything that states I’m forced to have kids? I don’t remember that. And then there’s the “You’ll change your mind.”. Why do I have to change my mind? Just like every girl who wants to have children since they were kids, I DON’T want to have children since I was a kid. The majority of “moms to be” don’t change their minds so why should I?

I respect every girl that wants to be a mom, I want the same respect. I don’t think it’s fair for people to judge me or any girl in my situation because we have our own wishes for our lives. I’m selfish, I think I agree with that, but at least I’m responsible enough to admit that I am selfish and that I want to live my life for myself.

Don’t let us go alone to Amsterdam again

Margarida, this one is for you.

She is my best friend for 10 years now. Shit, we’re old! We met on the first day of high school because it was meant to be. As we got to know each other we realized we lived in the same street while growing up, our families moved around the same time and we ended up living in the same street again. We never stumbled upon each other before and we were living less than a mile away from each other. This is how my life goes. Each day something happens to prove that it’s all meant to be.

She and I share crazy stories. I chose to tell you this one about our short trip to Amsterdam first.

First time we visited Amsterdam together we were 18. Actually, I was 18 and she was 17. We were little rebels. We visited Amsterdam again for the second time this past December. It all started on a Summer afternoon and I was, as usual, procrastinating. Dear Easyjet sent me an email: “Winter Discounts”. I took a look at it and there it was, Lisbon – Amsterdam – Lisbon for 60€. I only had 20 minutes until I had to leave for work so I ran to my phone and called her letting her know that we were going to Amsterdam. In fact, that’s pretty much how we make all the important decisions in our lives.

Fast forward a couple of months and December was here. My college semester was almost over but still had a ton of tests and papers to deliver. But I didn’t give a damn for 3 days and packed my stuff. I was ready for Amsterdam. Or at least I thought I was.

One of my favorite things about traveling is to get to know all the people I’m sharing my hostel room with. I always pray for Australians. So far that never happened. But still, hope dies last and we spent a 3 hour flight imagining all different scenarios but always with a common element: Australian roomies. First thing we noticed as we walked into the room is that it smells like men! Oh my God, was it happening? Were we going to spend 2 nights sleeping in the same confined space as Aussies? As we were starving at that moment we decided to wait for the Aussies later and we went exploring the streets of the Red Light District. That’s were the hostel was btw. Location location location. I don’t know if you have ever been in Amsterdam but that’s a confusing city. The map is all in Dutch and there are as many canals as streets so after 10 minutes of looking at the map, we gave up.

You take your own conclusions.

By that time we were two lost girls in the middle of the Red Light District starving at 8 pm. Don’t judge us for our next decision. A random Scottish guy appears out of nowhere. “Hey, are you lost?” he asks. “YES! And starving, do you know any place we can grab something to eat?” “Sure, I know this Italian place and I can take you there.” Every other person would refuse to follow the strange man but Débora, Margarida and Scottish guy were on their way to the restaurant. (I’m starting to realize I follow a pattern of trusting guys I’ve just met. I don’t think I have a bright future ahead of me.) Even though I made the decision of following a strange man, I was still trying to pay attention to where we were going just in case he was kidnapping us but Margarida was more interested in getting to know this guy. He was Scottish and apparently from a wealthy family but one day he decided he didn’t want to have that comfortable life anymore and left it all behind and moved to Amsterdam. Why Amsterdam? Just because. He then told her he was on some kind of spiritual journey a.k.a. acids and was also homeless. Red flag enough? We didn’t think so, we still were following this guy. I’d say we spent an hour until we were finally able to ditch him and by that I mean the owner of the restaurant he was taking us kicked him out. I prefer to remain oblivious to why that happened.

We had fun during the next couple of days doing all the Amsterdamish things. All of them.

By this time I think you’re able to realize that Margarida and I don’t usually make the smartest decisions and we couldn’t leave Amsterdam without proving that one more time. Our flight was at 9 pm which means we had to be at the airport around 7/7.30 pm. At 5 pm we had another brilliant idea that came to us out of boredom. We still had some leftovers from our Amsterdamish experiences. It’s obvious we should go to our favorite coffeshop and take care of that.

Best stupidest decision of my life. I couldn’t keep track of time so I set an alarm for every 15 minutes, I’m not sure how we got to the airport because the train ride from the city center to there was something worthy of a Californication episode. I was Moody and she was Runkle. I don’t know how we passed through security. I just don’t know.

I only started to feel better when I was on the plane and it was already up in the air.

The roomies weren’t Australian. Maybe next time.

My Aussie boyfriend for a weekend only

Last minute decisions.

I just realized he’s online on my Facebook chat and all the memories rushed to my head.

By now you should know my modus operandi. Tinder. This time, I’m going back to April 1st when I matched with an Aussie guy. His pictures suggests he travels a lot and that he is good looking but not that good looking but since he’s Australian and I’m known for fainting just by hear their accent, I swiped right. We’re a match!  He immediately sends me a message and I engage to the conversation.

After chatting for a couple of days we decided to meet for a drink. I was working till 11.30 pm that day so the only option we had was to meet around midnight. I know, I know…booty call alert!!! But still, I said yes. Do I need to say again that he’s Australian? I’d meet him at 6 am just so I could hear him talk! At 11.30 pm I nervously rushed to my car. When I got to the place I sent him a message and he replied almost instantly. It said “I’m by the McDonald’s add”. I could see that add from where I was and there was in fact a guy there. But it was definitely not the guy I was expecting. I approached him and he recognized me. It took me a minute to take that all in. I was REVERSED CATFISHED. That means he was EXTREMELY HOT. Not just good looking like I was expecting. I remember telling my best friend “I’m going to have a drink with this Aussie guy but he’s not THAT kind of Aussie guy”, that means he’s not like this:


But I was reversed catfished and he DID LOOK like that! Here I was, standing in front of a blonde Chet Faker doppelganger losing my shit. I don’t know how I was able to say “Hi” and I definitely don’t know how I was able to spend 2 hours talking to this guy. That accent…I’m losing my shit just to think about it. He never made any move until it was time for me to leave. That was when that Aussie god put his hand on my knee and leaned in. I think he was going for a kiss and I gave him my cheek. Classic Débora.

Next couple of days we kept on messaging each other. I couldn’t forgive myself for unwillingly turning him down and I knew he was traveling across the country with his family so one day I decided to check where he was. He replied saying he was going to spend the weekend in Porto. I was supposed to go to Porto last month but had to make a last minute cancellation. He then said “It would be awesome if you could join me”. That little sentence was the devil’s advocate. I went to work and told my friend about this recent Australian affair. He talked me into going to Porto for 5 hours. This was on a Thursday night. I was on my way to Porto on Saturday morning. In case you don’t know, and I bet you don’t, it takes between 3 to 4 hours to get to Porto from Lisbon.

As soon as I got there I sent him a message. We were meeting for a drink later in the afternoon but then he had tickets for a football game I really didn’t want to go. Again, still no idea how I spent another hour listening to that accent. We agreed on meeting after dinner.

Since my orientation skills are as good as my German, I got lost a lot and couldn’t find a place to grab some dinner. He hadn’t had anything to eat as well so we decided to meet at a restaurant and have dinner together. I got there and there were 3 Australians, 1 New Zealander, 2 Canadians and 1 Brazilian waiting for me. What a group! We had a pleasant (and cheap!) meal and went straight to the city’s nightlife area. Damn it was crowded! We got into the first pub we saw. I needed alcohol by that time I was still not used to the accent. Mojito after mojito and sangria after sangria I was finally able to try to boost some dance moves. That and my onesie were the hit of the night. The other people were slowly leaving the pub because a) they were still suffering from jet lag and b) they are not used to party until late at night. Eventually it was Aussie guy and me. Tipsy me. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t speaking proper English by that time but hey, he was understanding me. This is a little side note but earlier on that day he told me what pashing means. For those of you who are not familiar with Australian lingo, pashing is, and I quote, “an Australian term for heavy duty kissing between teenagers.” Bear this in mind.

So Aussie guy and tipsy Débora are alone. Aussie guy makes a move and I’ve learned from my mistakes. This time I don’t give him my cheek. I was so proud of myself and what did I do immediately after that? “Hey, what’s that word you taught me earlier?” Aussie guy cracks up.

Let’s just say it was a successful night and that eventually I could pass beyond the accent.

On the next morning we had breakfast together and I was proudly showing of my Australian boyfriend. I just wish I could post his picture here for you to understand. You’d high five me if you saw him!

He’s back in Australia now. We still message each other from time to time and it’s a lot easier when you don’t have to hear the accent! He was my first Australian boyfriend and boy was I off to a good start.

Oh my!

So, I was nominated for my first award ever! The Liebster Award!

Thank you so much Rob for nominating me. Let’s see if I can honor the system.


There are some rules to follow.

  1. Thank the person who nominated you on their blog with a link to your post.
  2. Display the Liebster award on your blog.
  3. Nominate up to 10 bloggers for this award.
  4. Ensure these bloggers have less than 500 followers.
  5. Answer the ten questions asked to you by the person who nominated you, and make ten questions of your own for your nominees.
  6. Lastly, COPY these rules in your acceptance post.

I’m going to start by answering Rob’s questions.

1. What country do you blog from? 

I’m from Lisbon, Portugal and I’m currently blogging from there.

2. What was your favorite childhood movie?

This is a difficult one because I watched a LOT of movies growing up. But I think my all time favorite is Peter Pan! All that never grow up stuff is all I ever dreamed of.

3. Cats or dogs?

Even though I have both a cat and a dog, I must confess I’m a dog person.

4. What kind of music do you prefer?

I’m picky about everything in life and I’m extremely picky when it comes to music. Right now I listen a lot of alternative/rock/electronicish music. Chet Faker is constantly on my playlist.

5. Coffee or tea?

Coffee. I can’t stand hot water with flavor.

6. What’s the most daring thing you’ve done?

I’m struggling with this one. I think the most recent daring thing I’ve done was camping in some State Park in the middle of Missouri in January. The Missouri river was frozen. I still don’t know how we survived. I’m not quite sure if this was daring or just plain stupid.

7. Beaches or amusement parks?

Beaches. When you live in a country with some of the most beautiful beaches in the world you forget amusement parks even exist!

Dona Ana’s beach in Lagos, go check it out!

8. What is your favorite song today?

1998 by Chet Faker.

9. What are you reading now?

I’m reading a book my best friend wrote and it’s not published yet. BFF privileges!!

10. Name a place that you would like to visit some day.

I’m going to name a place I’ll DEFINITELY visit some day, beautiful Melbourne.

Now it’s time for my nominations. I decided to choose just two blogs because I have so much work to do for Uni I still didn’t have the chance to read a lot of them.

  1. Off Campus 101
  2. Veg me now

I’m asking you guys just 5 questions. I hope it’s ok I broke the rules on this one!

  1. What’s your dream travel?
  2. If you had to live in other country that’s not where you currently live, which one would you choose?
  3. What’s your guilty pleasure song?
  4. Shopping spree or TV marathon?
  5. What’s your oldest childhood memory?

I think I followed every rule and I hope you guys have as much fun doing this as I did. It’s a great procrastination method!