One of the things I love about Portugal is the inability to converse with the natives.


As we all know the majority of the spoken word is wasted on expressing opinions of little worth, silly banter and boring anecdotes. (Avid readers fall into a different category …. obviously).

I’m very pleased to keep my communication restricted to “Good morning”, “Good afternoon” and “Can I have a milky coffee please?”.

The people in our little village are very smiley and friendly but I’m quite relieved I can’t understand all the internal backbiting and bitchiness, local politics and gossip that is endemic to small communities.

Keep life simple and just get on with your own thing, that’s my motto.


  1. Posted November 10, 2014 at 8:02 pm | Permalink


  2. Posted November 18, 2014 at 11:55 pm | Permalink

    part of my retirement strategy – move somewhere where i can only speak/understand basic life functions!

    daddyp replied:

    My uncommunication skills are improving daily. Tis grand.

  3. Posted November 30, 2014 at 11:48 am | Permalink

    One day, they will speak English and you’re done hahaha

    I live in a small community and I’ve discovered that the best way to protect myself from mean people is to avoid mean people as much as possible. But I keep the good people in my life.

    daddyp replied:

    I agree. I mean about the ‘mean’ if you know what I mean.

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