Six Word Saturdays

Credit card used too many times


So there I was, so happy to have managed to get a ticket for the urban sketchers symposium in Porto this July, and when I try to complete the payment, they ask me to log into my PayPal account which I have not used in ages. The associated credit card was expired and somehow it would not accept my new credit card. Used too many times it said.

Couldn’t figure out why.

And the time window to buy my ticket expired and the event was sold out. So I put myself on the waiting list. And I have been lucky with waiting lists so far.

Anyway, one of the advantages of having a symposium in your country is that you can just go for the sketch crawl on the last day as it is open for all.

And now I realized why PayPal gave me that error. A few years ago I had forgotten my password and the answers to the security questions, so I ended up creating another account with another email. And for safety reasons it won’t let me associate the same credit card with two different accounts.

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Microblog Mondays

Despite a huge cold I still went to the guided tour of Palácio Foz this Saturday. It was a also a sketch and photo tour, and besides it a great opportunity to get to see the abbey in the palace.

Ah, yes, the abbey. A sort of chapel, I thought. It did really look like a religious place at first, but it turned out to be a restaurant where this secret society , the makavenkos, used to hold feasts.

But the highlight of the morning was the meal a few of us shared afterwards. The chat, and getting to put a face on some people I only knew online.

Microblog Mondays – no group reservations

“We don’t make group reservations. We have limited space, you see… And then people come in and the bar is full and they have to leave. Do you know who is organising this meeting? Tell them to come talk to me.”

I had innocently said I was there for the sketching meetup and if the bar was downstairs. And every person who came in after me received the same speech, so each time somebody from our group entered the bar they asked who the organiser was.

We were just meeting for the monthly “sketching just because” meeting, and the chosen place was a café with an amazing view over Lisbon, because the weather had been bad and it was called, and yes, we practically filled the place, but we were buying drinks and food. The staff, on the other hand, seemed quite happy do be doing so much business.

I didn’t draw the view, I preferred registering the moment.

And the old lampshades

Microblog Mondays

I used to feel really awkward when passers by looked over my shoulder while I was drawing in the street. Now, I hardly care.

I went to this night sketching workshop, and of course a bunch of people standing around with sketchbooks and paintbrushes in on of the most touristic belvederes in Lisbon is bound to attract attention. But I guess I was so focused on what I was doing that I couldn’t care less if someone was looking over my shoulder. And anyway I have discovered that people who don’t draw always think what we are doing is very nice, even if we are dissatisfied with it.

And here’s the result. It isn’t quite finished yet, but it still gave me a sense of achievement.