Moving day is here! At long last. I couldn’t sleep much last night for the excitement, and the prickly awareness of how badly I need to be out of this space and into our own. It’s been nearly two months of living out of suitcases, and I am more than ready to see the last of them for a while.

To that end, we actually had the pleasant surprise of picking up our keys yesterday, a day earlier than expected, as well as getting a look at the flat now that it’s almost done and furnished. There are a few remaining touches to be done (among them a toilet seat and shower stall, which hopefully will get done sooner rather than later!), but for the most part, the place looks amazing. The architect patriarch’s style can be seen all over the house: the lighting, the touches of color, the way they’ve fit an amazing amount of furniture in each room without making it seem cluttered. We even have a few of his paintings hanging on the wall — a nice touch.

Both of us left the flat grinning ear to ear, and spent the rest of our last night in our dorm looking at each other and saying, “We’re moving into our flat tomorrow!”

Despite our eagerness to see the flat, we also fit in one quick tourist activity earlier in the day. We went to see the City Museum, which was fascinating but badly timed on our part — we got there at 12:30, and they closed for lunch at 1. So we made our hasty way through the displays, which included some amazing drawings of the city both before, during, and after the earthquake of 1755, as well as a giant panoramic model of the pre-earthquake city. I didn’t understand most of the captions, since it wasn’t translated into English, but I loved seeing it all anyway. Definitely worth another visit in the future.

The collection is held in a beautiful old house and grounds, which we came back and explored after having another tipico Portuguese lunch nearby. We are both at a loss as to how people can eat such big meals both at the middle and the end of the day, including lots of bread, a rich soup full of pasta, a heavy entree with rice and fries, and dessert. Yet hardly anyone here is fat — must be the hills.

Anyway, the grounds of the museum were a bit overgrown, but still lovely, not least because of the random flock of peacocks wandering around (including an albino one, which I’d never seen before.) We also appreciated the huge marble statue set against the backdrop of an ugly garage-like building, the freeway, and in the far background, a giant football stadium. Ah, the contradictions. Love them.

The rest of our afternoon was spent packing up our bags, yet again — isn’t it ironic how you get really good at packing up your life just before you become sedentary again? — and dealing with more bank issues, this time on my end. International banking is definitely still stuck in the 20th century, if not the 19th. It’s ridiculous.

But now, it’s finally here: moving day. Next I write, hopefully, will be from our new home — it may take a few days to get everything set up and connected, so bear with us as we transition yet again.

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