Ok, my latest dose of neat Portuguese went pretty well. I don't know if this was because I've been making more of an effort here and there to try and communicate with those kind enough to listen, but I seem to be getting around without constant communication meltdown.
The vague feeling that every time every time I open my mouth I might as well just make the first animal noise that comes to mind seems to be subsiding.
Anyway - my lesson, and my first introduction to the past! - I can now theoretically say what I drank, or said, or ate. I can even wax lyrical about what I did or made (although that fried my head to the point of spontaneous combustion). I feel empowered and ready to venture out into my brave little new world. Bollocks to the present, the future´s in the past.
Anyhow, my new found confidence this morning offered me the courage needed to go and chat to the bus driver about my best alighting location. He screeched the whole charabang to a grinding halt, smiled, opened the doors and urged me out of the door. He waved as he sped into oblivion.
I walked the last couple of miles.