
You live in the prettiest street in Tomar. That´s what friends have been saying to me all week. It is just seven days since I moved from my cute little house in a small village into the historic district of Tomar. The town is famous for its connection to the medieval Order of the Knights Templar and the organization which succeeded it, the Order of Christ.
My street is now called Rua Doutor Joaquim Jacinto, but all the locals call it Rua da Sinagoga, the street of the synagogue. That is because the old synagogue, which is now a museum, is just a few doors away from my new place.
One of the reasons I told people I wanted to move from the US was because I didn’t want to have to drive everywhere. Guess what? Living in a small village I had to drive everywhere.
In my new place I can walk everywhere. Cafes, restaurants, parks, stores. All within a few minutes on foot.
Challenges
The downside of this move is that I now have to deal with the dreaded world of Portuguese bureaucracy. I am trying to change the official record of my address. I went to the “Financas” office. This is the place that deals with property, taxes and a world of officialdom. The said official referred me to the Junta De Frequesia, the parish office. That is where I had to get an “Attestado” a document that proves I live in the said parish. I had to have two witnesses. Easy. No. The two witnesses had to be Portuguese citizens resident in the same parish.
I managed to co-opt my Portuguese teacher and a neighbor to accompany me to the Junta office to sign for me. One hurdle down.
Next I was supposed to go to the “Camara Municipal”, city hall, to get a resident’s permit. In my case, because I have an Irish passport, (European Union), I had obtained a Certificado de Registo de Cidadão União Europeo when I moved to Portugal five years ago.
Unfortunately it expired in June and I have not been able to renew it because of the unholy mess at AIMA the government agency which handles such issues. The stony faced woman at the Camara refused to give me a new resident permit and referred me to the dreaded AIMA.
This was a huge blow because I have been trying unsuccessfully since March to get an appointment with AIMA to renew the document. But hundreds of thousands of people are in the same position.
Keep trying was her suggestion.

Joys of the season
Despite these setbacks, I have been enjoying activities typical of this season in Portugal. A couple of weeks ago, I spend a Saturday helping with the “vindima” or grape harvest, at a winery north of Tomar.
Last weekend, I attended one of many medieval festivals. In the small town of Assiceira, south of Tomar, there were groups performing dances in medieval costume to the music of bagpipes and drums.
Kids played games, one of which looked like a medieval version of air hockey. A couple of wenches wandered around in character as the town’s “working ladies”. Other women joked around the old wash fountain and dunked each other amidst much laughter.
Of course there were the usual craft stalls selling jewelry, soap, candles etc. The most impressive was the potter who demonstrated the making of large terra cotta style pots used for storing olive oil.

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