There is No Rush for the Portuguese

It all seems to have been very hectic here. I’m not sure why though because all that’s happening, happens very slowly. For some reason, I seem bogged down with work and my Portuguese lessons add some, as does my home study.

Arranging the heating in some ways has been a nightmare and I never appreciated how difficult it could be, to be as dumb as I am. Nada, “Portuguese”. The fitting of the heating system is the second of two projects. The first, painting the outside of the house, never even took off and to make matters worse, due to an introduction, I never even requested, perhaps I’ve fallen out with someone local. Never mind if he’s so sensitive. I made it clear I wanted someone professional from the outset. Not the Jack of all trades. Now, each time I see this person, he points to himself and says, “profissional”. The language barrier is incredible.

Opening the Hole Up

In the case of the heating, it seemed to start simple with a reasonable understanding between what I proposed and what would be done. Not so. It’s all fun though even with the difficulties, but very mentality tiring at times. It is far from doom and gloom, but I do wonder where common sense is on occasions. In fairness, the problems are of my own making as I’m the idiot that fails to understand the native language.

With so much said, slowly, the heating installation is coming along, and now I await their visit today, and it’s now afternoon, and again, no show yet. I’ll say one thing though, and it is this, when any of the workers are here, it’s non-stop work and their demeanor, is just so marvelous.

Stage One Completed

I find it incredible that my attitude to the laid back approach to business here in Portugal, to be one of understanding and acceptance. In the UK, I’d have been up in arms over the inefficiencies I now witness.

I had read about all this, but experiencing it is another thing. There are three or four tills lanes at the local Intermarché store in Ferreira do Zêzere and only one till can often open with a queue of perhaps fifteen people. It’s laughable really, as that queue then blocks the isles and hampers movement around the store. All in all, it’s wonderful here in Portugal. There is no rush for the Portuguese, not even for payment and if you learn to adapt, it is all so much less stressful than life in the UK.

3 thoughts on “There is No Rush for the Portuguese

    • I think you’ll love it here in Portugal provided you can adapt to the differences. I purchased to burner online from the manufactures and they are in Porto. They recommended a local specialist to fit and I never found one.

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