I wander around in this city and wonder whether when I'll stop feeling like I'm on a vacation. The sounds, smells and views pervade my mind and is all I can seem to feel, think of and dream of nowadays. I know that they are trying to establish themselves in the unconscious part of my mind as the new "normal".
I've found an apartment. I've finished "Animal Dreams" by Barbara Kingsolver. I've listened to this, while walking up and down the streets of Lisbon.