Lisbon Stories

<p>Except for &ldquo;thank you,&rdquo; I don&rsquo;t speak Portuguese. Before a recent trip to Lisbon, I spent a few weeks on Duolingo trying to learn Portuguese phrases such as &ldquo;I have an apple&rdquo; and &ldquo;I am a boy/I am a girl.&rdquo; During my trip, I wanted to be able to converse with Portuguese as an act of understanding (I am trying to understand your language) and as a way to show off in front of my kids the way I do in Israel or sort of did in Mexico City. I am normally good at languages, but even with Duolingo&rsquo;s help, I struggled to understand much about Portuguese except that &ldquo;o&rdquo; can be &ldquo;the.&rdquo; Knowing the word for &ldquo;apple&rdquo; came in handy, however, when I tried to buy my son apple juice in a padaria where no one spoke English. I also dropped a newly purchased pasteis de nata on the floor in the same padaria. The woman behind the counter brought me a new one and likely thought I was an idiot.</p> <p><a href="https://drfabulous.medium.com/lisbon-stories-3ed02435c82"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>
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