Two weeks ago we finally made a decision to /temporarily/ move to Lisbon and prepared to depart. I know, it’s crazy, right? I’ve been living in London for the past 5 years and I had 10 days to pack/get rid of my life belongings, solve all the issues, book tickets and find a place to stay in Lisbon. And I also worked 9 to 6…
Everything happened so quickly, from Thursday to Saturday I was running around the flat, trying to figure out what I should pack/throw away/leave/bring home to Minsk! The great thing about moving every year or two is that you don’t accumulate unnecessary garbage like a dress-I-will-wear-when- I-lose-2 kgs and endless piles of stationery and old makeup (girls will relate) – every time you move out you have no choice but throw it all away.

Our flight was on freezing Sunday morning, so we left home at 4am and went to the airport. Unfortunately, the bus was 35 min late, and we rushed to registration desks 80 min before the departure. We found out that our suitcases weighted 16 and 25 kg, and you’re only allowed to bring 20kg per one. I think out heart rates went 5 times up, because not only we didn’t have time to re-pack our luggage, the staff was also reluctant to permit my boyfriend, Kostya, to go through – he has a national visa in his passport, which isn’t a tourist shengen, but…well it’s too complicated to explain, hehe. Basically it allows him to enter shengen zone, but very often airport personnel isn’t familiar with it (God knows why), and if you miss your flight as the result of their unawareness, well…you can’t do anything about it. Security policy, duuh.





