Be careful of touchy Portugese Men!

Today we went to what you could call a community yard sale. They sell antiques and some sell junk and people rummage through it all to buy things they need or things they don't need. I thought it was pretty interesting. Lots of old things. Some people were selling old rusty bike seats, others books-in fact I found a copy of Nosso Legado (I think it's Our Heritage) at some one's stand. (That's the book with Joseph Smith on the front of it...yellow cover). I found lots of china and jewelry and lots of things that were broken, etc. It was fun and very hot. Dona and her daughter basically stayed at one vendor because they're friends but I walked through the whole thing.


When I returned, Dona and her daughter were still rummaging through the same boxes so I just hung out and waited. While I was waiting a vendor selling old records-vinyls from back in the day, started talking to me. He kept getting closer and closer and kept touching my arm...which was close to the girls (the boobs for those that need translation). I tried folding my arms but then realized that it only made him closer to the girls. Alas, there was not accidental boob grace, and for those of you that think I'm saying this in regret, rest assured I am not. LOL. He was a nice enough man...but be careful of where your arms are in relation to the girls the next time you're talking with a Portuguese man. :)

After we spent some time there, we went to a restaurant and had Bacalhau con Natas-which means cod fish with whipping cream. Sounds gross but it's actually one of my favorites. Dona made me eat three helpings and if it were possible I think she'd make me eat more. Then we had desert. Chocolate Mousse. OH my was it rich. I thought I'd die before I was able to finish it. Alas, there was no dying.

After that we went to another outside market that was selling clothes and things for the house-that were new. I bought a killer green purse and some other things. Over all, it was a good day.