frightening thought...

a possible scenario 3 weeks from now...

armed with a map and looking extremely lost, i wander aimlessly through the city centre of aveiro (portugal)... looking for the things that i need to buy in order to turn my little hostel room into something more respectable, or rather something more like the little home to the one i have in singapore...

browsing through the list of "must-buys", i narrow my search to a little department store that sells cheap cookware... hmmm.... namely a small pot, maybe a pan too... not forgetting some utensils too... making my way to the cashier with a full shopping cart, i am stumped by the nice auntie at the counter (typical stereotyping) when she starts to speak portuguese to me... and we will spend the next 20min trying to interpret and understand each other...

-_-" sigh... this is so scary...