The old american couple sat next to me, rubbing heavy, rusty knees. They had a bad case of touristic exhaustion: I could tell by the thousand yard stare with which they looked at the empty subway tracks. Somewhat unlikely, but true nonetheless, mexican music was playing on the PA.
They didn't finish each others' sentences: they took turns in saying words, so that it was virtually impossible to keep track of who was saying what.
"Porto was fascinating.
"Fascinating.
"it was an older city.
"You could feel it.
"This is more of a metropolis.
"It's all spread out.
"Less impressive.
"Sure am glad this is the end of the trip," She said. "If it wasn't!"
Then the train arrived and I couldn't really make out if he answered "I'm needing my shocks" or "need to change socks." I suppose one's just as likely as the other. I got on one carriage and they got on another.
I'm going to be very honest here: I liked the old couple and I was sorry to see them go. But that's life for you, I suppose.
They didn't finish each others' sentences: they took turns in saying words, so that it was virtually impossible to keep track of who was saying what.
"Porto was fascinating.
"Fascinating.
"it was an older city.
"You could feel it.
"This is more of a metropolis.
"It's all spread out.
"Less impressive.
"Sure am glad this is the end of the trip," She said. "If it wasn't!"
Then the train arrived and I couldn't really make out if he answered "I'm needing my shocks" or "need to change socks." I suppose one's just as likely as the other. I got on one carriage and they got on another.
I'm going to be very honest here: I liked the old couple and I was sorry to see them go. But that's life for you, I suppose.
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| photograph taken by Maria Furtado |
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