O Meu Diário de Coimbra

How feet?

I’ll get to the above in a moment.

I was walking by a used furniture store a few mornings back when a woman coming from the opposite direction stopped me, which in my experience in Portugal just doesn’t happen.

She smiled.

That also doesn’t happen.

“Bom dia,” she said.

I extended my hand. She shook it.

“Bom Dia,” I said. “Como estás?” I asked because I didn’t know how to say, “Do I know you?” in Portuguese.

“Eu estou bem. E você?”

“Bom.”

She smiled again.

This was getting weird.

“How feet?” she asked.