It seems a curse is upon me, for everytime I come to Braga I get sick...
Three times in a row now.
Fortunately, I'm staying with Magda, and she's taking good care of me.
Pills, tea, eucalipt boiling, a couch by the fireplace and a blanket on top of me, plus the prohibition of going to the colder places of the house, really do make wonders, and I'm getting better by the day.
As for Braga, it seems I'm so used to Lisbon now that things really don't make sense...
I haven't had a meal here for over 5 euros yet.
Soup, main course, bread, drink, dessert... are you sure it's just 5 euros? Come on, I even used the bathroom!
I keep looking odly at the waiters...
But I'm sick, so it's OK! I'm allowed to do that!
