I went to pay for a bottle of gas yesterday. In Portuguese, of course. In fact, there's no other option. The first part of the story is that when I first went to buy gas on Friday, the system wasn't working. The man, Senhor Amilcar, couldn't charge me. and said, "Oh, it will be delivered this afternoon. Come back and pay on Monday." I went back to pay yesterday and was told, in the usual 'barrage' of Portuguese, that (from what I could discern) the price of gas had gone down. What a lovely experience: 1. To be trusted to come back and pay later, with much-needed gas delivered regardless. 2. That a drop in the price of gas has been passed on to me, the customer. There's no reason why they had to change, lower, their price. (Or maybe there is. I don't know, perhaps there is an energy supply law in Portugal), but still they honoured and shared the drop in price, which delights me. I mentioned the word "barrage." And I don't mean that in any negative way. What I mean is, buying gas, I'm able to sit down in the office, the escritório of the gas shop, and have our man in there, in his 70s perhaps, freely flow in Portuguese at me. It's a chance to soak up and relax into a wave of conversational and daily colloquial Portuguese without feeling startled. He just keeps talking and I sit back and let it wash over me. I relax and see what I can discern, smiling and laughing, responding appropriately to the tone, the atmosphere, and to the conviviality in the room. I like buying gas in my town for so many reasons. Here's a gas-buying mission module for you. I hope you have a similar experience.