Nascida e criada em Portugal. Já morei na Polónia, no Brasil, na República Checa e agora é a Suécia que me acolhe.
O meu blogue, tal como o meu cérebro, é uma mistura de línguas. Bem vindos!

Born and raised Portuguese. I have lived in Poland, Brazil, Czech Republic and now I'm in the beautiful Sweden.
My blog, just like my brain, is a blend of languages. Welcome!

terça-feira, 8 de março de 2016

Mr. Prof. Dr. Eng. Sir

I never use my title outside of my professional circles. Professionally I never use it myself, but I accept if others do it to introduce me to someone. I don't accept it because I think I'll be more respected, but because I know it cuts short the conversation and avoids embarrassing situations. Although I enjoy when someone mistakes me by an undergrad student (I look young yay!), others may be offended and the person asking gets embarrassed on both situations. Also, if someone is looking for a student or a senior scientist for his/her group, doesn't have to waste time talking to the wrong person. To avoid introducing myself as Dr., I usually just say my name and that I work as a postdoc at X, and that gets the same message across. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against people using their titles. It's totally up to each individual to use it or not. I just don't like to use mine. To explain you why would probably take another very long post, so I won't go there. 

Today I came across a very funny text about the use of titles in Portugal. I laughed a lot with it because it reminds me of funny situations I have been through. The "Drs." the author talks about are not PhD holders but people who have an university degree. It is also not uncommon to find people without any university studies call themselves Dr. and demanding that others do so, just because they have a certain status (common among politicians or people working in the city hall and similar, but not only).

The only time I used my title outside of work was with one of these "Drs.". I needed some sort of paper and the clerk told me she would have to see with the "Dr." if I could have that or not. Although it was 10 am, the "Dr." was not at work yet, which is also not that uncommon. My mum was with me and while we waited for him, she told me that she used to know the person who worked in that position before, but he had troubles finishing high school and he was no Dr. at all, so it must be a different person now. Some time later the clerk points out a man coming in and tells us to talk to him ourselves. My mum tells me, in a whisper, that indeed it is the person she was talking about before. When we approached him and he introduces himself as Dr. Y (in a very cocky way I must add), I couldn't help it but introduce myself as Dr. Sara C. I had just finished my PhD. I was 26 and I was dressed like I was 20. He looked very confused. He never asked me anything, but I could see he wanted to. I got my paper and when we walked out we couldn't stop laughing.

I'll leave a bit of the text I found below, and if you want the full version is here (first in Portuguese and then in English).



"In Portugal, there are also plenty of titles… and an awful lot of people who use them.
There are so many doctors, they’re kind of not special any more. Doctors, medical ones, ARE special, and I’ll always be happy to call a medical doctor whatever he or she wants me to call them; my life is in his or her hands.
If you are an architect, do you bristle if the brickie doesn’t call you Sr. Arquitecto as a sign of respect, even though you know he goes round the corner and calls you an idiot? And do you call him Sr. Brickie? No, you call him “Bob”. If you are an engineer, do you feel respected when someone calls you Sr. Engenheiro even though they laugh behind your back at your absolute insistence on being called Sr. Engenheiro?
It is what it’s all about, isn’t it, being publicly respected, deemed better and treated better because you have a certain degree or profession?
This clamouring for respect is so undignified, so silly, when all someone should really be respected for, beyond being a fellow human being (and that should be enough), is being good at what they do. No? To some people, titles seem more important than the actual work that they are supposedly doing, more important than the healing, than the building, than the teaching, than the designing, the thing that really defines and deserves the respect of others, the hard work.
To my silly foreign eyes, all this titling signals a lack of self esteem. Not many people go against the grain and say “for god’s sake, just call me Bob, not Sr. Dr. Professor Engenheiro” and so the system persists, in which people demand the lip service of respect via a silly title. It is a huge pity, because Portugal really does have so many people to be damned proud of, without having to give them a title."
Lucy Pepper in Observador

sábado, 5 de março de 2016

International eating week

A big advantage of being unemployed is having time to do what I really like. One of my favourite hobbies is cooking and exploring new recipes and cuisines. Recently, I challenged myself on an international eating week, meaning I would have to cook a recipe from a different country every day for a week. I had a lot of fun and here is the summary of the results. All the recipes are in my other blog The Swedish and the Chef. Click on the title of the recipe for the links.

Uma das maiores vantagens de estar desempregada é ter tempo para fazer o que gosto. Um dos meus hobbies preferidos é cozinhar e explorar receitas novas. Recentemente desafiei-me a fazer uma semana internacional de cozinha. Ou seja, desafiei-me a fazer um prato de um país diferente todos os dias durante uma semana. Diverti-me imenso e deixo aqui os resultados. Todas as receitas estão no meu outro blog, The Swedish and the Chef e é só clicar no titulo das receitas.


Monday in India



Tuesday in Australia



Wednesday in Japan



Thursday in Chelsea, USA



Friday in Italy



Saturday in China



Sunday in Spain



quinta-feira, 3 de março de 2016

segunda-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2016

The perfect weekend

Sometimes wishes come true and did get my perfect weekend, although I'll keep that dream still in the cookie jar because I want more of them. 

I spent Friday preparing dinner for us and our friends. I made portuguese tapas, which means I spent the whole afternoon cooking many different dishes, while listening to the radio and enjoying myself. For the first time ever, everything was ready 20 minutes before our guests were supposed to arrive. Ok, it might have helped that I had the whole day to do it, as I'm not working yet. Our friends seemed to have really enjoyed the food and the dinner party hit its top when we tried a fantastic Port wine we had bought last year when we visited a producer of Port.

Cheese board because we all love cheese!

On Saturday, we spent a lazy morning, as we were still tired from the day before. In the afternoon we made a live cooking show: we made fresh pasta for Johan's parents who had never seen that before. I love making fresh pasta, although it takes quite a while to make pasta for 4 people. I also made some mistake and we ended up making pasta for 6 or 7. The four of us spent the afternoon in the kitchen, nibbling on the left over tapas, making the pasta and laughing. I made pumpkin, feta and spinach tagliatelle and it was delicious. Both dinners ended with Chocolate Salami (recipe here if you are interested) with ice cream, which  is far from being a fancy dessert but somehow matched the Port wine really well. 

To make the weekend even better we spent the whole Sunday... being lazy. Movie. Tea. TV series. Sofa. Sunshine through the window. We didn't even go for a run as planned. My training program for my next half marathon starts next week, which means I'll be running 6x a week, and we decided to take the entire weekend off training. 

And as if this was not already the perfect weekend it still got better! We had not planned much for dinner but we still had enough fresh pasta made. I took whatever I had in the fridge, tossed it all on a frying pan and I must have been really inspired because it became the best recipe I have ever invented myself. Sure I do not create many new recipes, and it's possible that someone has made something similar before, but I didn't look for any recipe or anything. 

Spicy chicken fresh tagliatelle with ginger, chilli, pepper and spinach.

It would have been nice to have taken more pictures during the weekend but I guess we were too busy enjoying it. I hope you had all a great weekend and I wish you a pleasant week. 



domingo, 28 de fevereiro de 2016

Dreams in the cookie jar #4

A perfect weekend.
Friends. Family. Laughing. Sunshine. Good food. Good wine.

Photo from the internet

Replacing the computer with my boyfriend it makes my perfect weekend.

quinta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2016

Crazy? Yes, but still human!

Those who follow this blog might think I'm a super crazy athletic girl who happily runs here and there and all the time. I'm guilty of making you think this way, since I can't remember ever blogging about a bad training or one that I've skipped. Yes, they do exist. Both. There are some days that I get beaten by the sofa. There are some days I go out running and I wish I would have been beaten by the sofa. And there are other days that I get beaten by the run itself. Like today.

Everybody prefers running in a forest than on a road, so why have I not done that yet here, when the nearest forest is only 700m away? Well, that's probably because to get there I need to run a 700m hill (ok, maybe only 650m). But lately I was feeling confident, almost like one of them, those crazy Swedish runners, training on snow and with bad weather. It was time to tackle the forest!

Since not all of you are fellow runners I'll spare you the technicalities. Let's just say I ran all the way up and when I got to the top I stopped for stretching, and by stretching I mean hugging a tree, panting and nearly spitting my lungs off. After about a minute I kept going and it got a little better until I came to the next hill. Ah, this must be the one Johan said was tough... It wasn't! When I got to THAT one I recognised it immediately (we had been walking there yesterday). It's quite steep and tough, especially the last part. When I was about half way up I started slowing down, almost to a fast walk, but then I saw two other runners coming the other direction, and as a proud runner one never walks in front of other fellow runners. So I ran the whole damn thing and got to the top panting... again. I didn't stop this time. 

One lap around the forest is only 2.5 Km, so I decided to go for a second lap. It was better since I knew more what to expect, but still very hard. Afterwards, I went down home and my legs felt like if I had ran a half-marathon instead. Did I run that much? No. Only 7 Km. Was I super fast? No. My pace was very slow compared to normal. 

Today, the forest beat me. I'll take that as a challenge!

Nordic vs. Latin

Someone I know came to my flat to pick up something. The following dialogue happen:

Me- Sit down 5 minutes. Do you want some tea or coffee? 
Guest (half laughing) - No, thank you. I have tea and coffee at home!


No matter how busy we are or how inconvenient the timing is, we will always offer 5 minutes of our time to chat over a cup of something with our guests. It's a politeness very popular in my country, that might not be that common here. It's ok, we can wait until the guest runs out of coffee or tea at home...



Uma pessoa que eu conheço veio cá a casa buscar uma coisa. Deu-se o seguinte diálogo:

Eu- Senta-te aqui 5 minutos. Queres um chá ou um café?
Convidado (a rir-se): Não, obrigada. Tenho café e chá em casa!


Não importa o quão ocupados estamos ou o quão incoveniente é o timing da visita. Nós ofereceremos sempre um pouco do nosso tempo para conversar com um convidado enquanto bebericamos qualquer coisa. É um hábito politicamente correcto normal no meu país, que parece ser bem menos comum aqui. Não faz mal, nós podemos esperar até o convidado deixar acabar o chá ou o café lá de casa...

domingo, 21 de fevereiro de 2016

Göteborg - Winter time

It was written in the post before... here are some of my favourite pictures of the snowy days we had this winter.

Poseidon, in the center

 Bältespännarparken


 Crossing the river






A walk in Gunebo nature reserve:




 Gunebo castle




 How about a picnic by the lake?

 The lake



Imagine the view of that house on the top...


How can one not enjoy snowy days like this...


You got to love Sweden #6 - Snowy winters


There's something peaceful and relaxing about snowy days. And there's something magical about snow fall. Every time I look out the window and I see white flakes falling from the sky I get spellbound. I always stare at this beautiful act of art created by nature and I hope that this feeling will never leave me, not even after 50 years of snowy winters. 

After the snow falls everything becomes quiet, white and beautiful, just like in a fairytale. The sky might be gray but the day is as bright as it could get. In the forest, the only sound you can hear is of your own steps crushing the snow. And you look around and take it all in. Take it all in before you freeze. Take it all in before the temperature rises and the snow melts. Take it all in before it all becomes brown and slushy. But at that exact moment none of that matters, because happiness is made of moments and in that moment you take all that whiteness, peace and beauty in you are happy.



Há algo relaxante e pacífico em dias de neve. E também há algo mágico no ar quando está a nevar. Cada vez que olho pela janela e vejo flocos brancos a cair do céu fico enfeitiçada. Fico sempre pasmada a olhar lá para fora, para essa obra de arte da natureza e tenho esperança que este feitiço não se desfaça nunca, nem depois de 50 invernos cheios de neve. 

Depois da neve cair fica tudo branquinho, silencioso e lindo, tal e qual um conto de fadas. O céu até pode estar cinzento mas o dia está mais claro que nunca. Na floresta o único som que se ouve é o som dos nossos próprios passos a pisar a neve. E olha-se em volta e absorve-se tudo o que nos rodeia. Absorve-se tudo antes que congelemos. Absorve-se tudo antes que a temperatura suba e a neve derreta. Absorve-se tudo antes que fique tudo castanho e molhado. Mas naquele preciso momento nada disso importa, porque a felicidade é feita de pequenos momentos e nesse momento, no momento em que se está absorver toda a brancura, paz e beleza é-se feliz. 








sábado, 20 de fevereiro de 2016

My first run... on snow!


Last weekend we had some snow again. This time it was not a thick layer and I decided to go for a run. It was great! I ran 2 laps around a lake (~11 Km) surrounded by a beautiful landscape. There were a lot of people walking and some other runners and I enjoyed the experience. The lake had two distinct sides. The sunny side, warmer, more crowded and where the snow had melted a bit. The shade side, with paths and landscape around all white and even more beautiful! Running there made me feel really proud of myself. So proud that after that day I already went for two more runs after it had been snowing. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm one of them! (as long as there's no ice...)


Johan didn't run and went for a walk with his parents. They only went on the sunny side (which was a popular choice), so I don't have photos from the other side.
O Johan não correu e foi só caminhar com os pais. Eles só foram e voltaram pelo lado solarengo (uma opção bastante popular) e por isso não tenho fotos do lado mais bonito.


No fim de semana passado nevou outra vez. Desta vez não ficou uma camada grossa no chão e eu decidi ir correr. Foi óptimo! Dei 2 voltas a um lago (~11 Km) rodeada por uma beleza infinita. Havia muita gente a caminhar e outros corredores e gostei mesmo de ter corrido lá. O lago tinha dois lados diferentes. O lado solarengo, mais quente com alguma da neve já derretida e com mais gente, e o lado da sombra, com os caminhos e a paisagem completamente branca e ainda mais bonita. Correr nesse dia fez.me sentir orgulhosa de mim mesma, tanto que depois disso já corri mais duas vezes com neve. Já não me faz diferença agora. Já sou um deles! (desde que não haja gelo...)