August - part 1: kerfuffle

Of course it's really hot in Lisbon, it's Summer! Unless I go on holiday there: in that case it's cloudy and miserable.
Even so I managed to have a few beach moments: a couple of hours in the Sun which included a nice swim in the Atlantic and a nice after-beach petiscos aka tapas if I had been in Spain.

A few curious moments were my loud argument with a restaurant owner I tried to have lunch at and my elbow swelling.

Can you believe that after waiting 45 minutes for 4 sardines, the restaurant owner starts arguing with me and my mum because we had only ordered one dish for the both of us (we wanted to figure out how big were the dishes and when we ordered no one said this was a problem). When I asked for the livro de reclamações (complaints book) the guy wouldn't give it to us so I had to call the police. What a kerfuffle.
[In Portugal all public venues have this book so that people can leave a written report of the event which will be followed on by the authorities, or so one hopes]

On another weird morning I woke up in pain with my elbow the size of a watermelon (a tiny weeny small one) and rushed to Urgencies to find out it was an inflammation. Still is a bit swollen, now the size of a pea (a small one as well).