A few days ago I posted here a photo of the view from my front window. It’s high, with Lisbon’s sky showing blue and a nearby historic monument adds to the composition. It’s this open and high view, very pretty to my eyes, that made me choose this apartment.
At the same time, my place also has a back window, the one of the kitchen. I love it equally, but it wasn’t always like this. It’s not photogenic at all. When I first took the apartment, I didn’t give any value to the kitchen window, it actually felt like something better to ignore. With time, i realized its value, its beauty, and i fell in love with it.
The view from my flat’s back window is gray and urban, condensed. You will see the sky from it only on a very specific angle of the neck. Still, for some reason, I find there tranquility and calmness. When I need a break I go there. I enjoy special moments near the back window. My sweet 5 years old daughter and myself eat our breakfasts there, before she has to run to the kindergarten. Even when guests come we like to sit at the kitchen table. We chat there, drink and eat something, just relax. It’s cozy.
When I look down from the kitchen window, I see the little back yards of the ground floor apartments, can you see it in the picture? I don’t remember seeing such urban back yards elsewhere before moving to Portugal. I find them interesting, sweet, at least an attempt to keep an open, natural space in a concrete setting. There is a lovely lemon tree down there, can you see? A fruit tree is always something to appreciate and Portugal has lots of them. I love this country.
The brown building in front of my window is a hotel. When I sit beside the kitchen table, I sometimes see guests with their heads out of the windows. They are not allowed to smoke in the hotel rooms, so they just pull their heads out and smoke. Naughty them! When i prepare my lunch usually I see the cleaners cleaning the hotel rooms. And it happens that I also see from that window things that i should not see! ? It’s not that I peek, heaven forbid, really, but everything is so close, and I’m in my kitchen a lot, or hanging the laundry. I have no choice but to see, what can I do? ?
The yellow building to the right side of my window is residential. On the apartment to the right, the one with the little balcony, the faces are changing rapidly. Young people come and go, sit with their laptops, open the fridge, I’m not sure what’s going on there. Maybe it’s a hostel? Students residence? I’m so curious that sometimes I just feel like raising my voice and ask the question from my window to whoever sits at the balcony, but then I get embarrassed. Maybe better to leave it a mystery!
I love all windows and all views. The ones that are beautiful, are just so beautiful, what can i say, it’s a joy. At the same time, my heart is touched by those windows that are less photogenic, and are more mundane.
Every window and view, then, has a story to tell, a lesson to teach, and a joy to be lived. They all have beauty, value and role. With some it takes longer to realize, with others less. They touch our hearts in different ways.