Apr 26, 2013

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Avenida do Vento e de Roma
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3 comments:

  1. MartijnMay 3, 2013 at 10:47 PM

    In 1996 I was a young student who travelled with Potuguese TAP airlines to the Caribbean island of Curacao. The budget trip involved a stop in Lisbon for a night. It was February and very cold in my home town. The 10 degrees in Lisbon felt like Arabian Nights. We (I and a friend) stayed in "Hotel Roma". That night, we walked around in the deserted town, feeling the blackness of the city as a massive jazz adventure... We were wild and free, looking at the churches in the lamp light, the closed down night clubs; my friend and I, drunk on the cheer adventure of our trip to Curacao...

    Twelve years later, I drove my car to Lisbon, to visit a friend who lived in that city. We drove around and I told him about 'Hotel Roma'. At one point, probably on a trip to the city of Pombal, where we went to pick up a fridge at the house of his girl friend's grand mother, we drove over the Avenida Roma. "This is where you stayed," he told me and I was moved.

    [Thanks for your posts... I can't tell you how much I love them.]

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  2. jeanne May 6, 2013 at 10:38 AM

    Hotel Roma is just behind the horizon, something like 500 m on the right side. Its exterior hasn't changed a bit since 1996. I don't know about inside.

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  3. MartijnMay 7, 2013 at 10:00 PM

    I don't know either. In fact: despite a fairly photographic memory, I haven't any recollection of any hotel I ever stayed in.

    (Not tue of course... just a metaphore. Hey JW! Thanks for answering. Saudade for Lisboa...)

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