Day 2 in Portugal might have been centered around me getting my first tattoo. For a while I’d been toying with the idea of getting a quarter rest tattooed in a visible place so I could remind myself to relax and rest when my life gets too hectic. I’m an overscheduler, and constantly busy. I’d discussed it with friends from back home and then in Greece with Ellie, who has nine tattoos of her own (all small, discreet and really cool. She has the numbers “394” tattooed on her left wrist in Harry Potter font because of the third movie when Snape goes: “Turn to page three-hundred-and-ninety-four.” And yep…you just read that in Alan Rickman’s voice). I’d always wanted it to be filled in with some kind of design and by Morocco decided I wanted it to be filled in with henna. When I asked the henna artist who did our henna in the medina, she drew a simple flower in one corner, and I designed the rest myself.
I sketched out several different versions, settling on one and hoping the tattoo artist would get my concept. I also included designs the henna artist had drawn on Courtney, Ellie, and Sarah’s arms. I wanted them to be a part of the tattoo because they were so vital to my positive Semester at Sea experience and were just wonderful people in general. I could point to the parts of the design that came from each of them. I also included a butterfly for my grandmother: an important person in my life and – while not the biggest proponent of tattoos – a big reason why I’m able to go on this trip (she’s probably reading this now and tearing up – hi Nana! See you soon!)
Courtney, Sarah, and I had come across a tattoo parlor while walking around Lisbon the day before. We took a taxi there only to find it closed. When Ellie peered around the metal slats, she thought she saw that they opened at 1:00. Not wanting to wait (and my anxiety slowly building), we got pastries at a local bakery (more pastel de nata! Ellie insisted I eat something before the tattoo – “less likely you’ll throw up that way!” …big vote of confidence) and took another taxi (also: taxis are DIRT CHEAP in Lisbon. I never paid more than 5 Euro for a ride) to “Lisboa Ink.”
When doing our research for tattoo parlors in Portugal, “Lisboa Ink” came up with three national awards for their work. Very encouraging. Christian and Larry greeted us. Both spoke English well, although Christian was much quieter. He took my little sketch and hunkered down behind the desk to draw it out more succinctly and to scale on paper that would become the stencil for the tattoo. Larry chatted us up, asking where we were from and talking with Ellie about her soon-to-be new tattoo (the words “Go; be free” on her foot).
Christian’s first example of my tattoo was beautiful…and also way bigger than I thought or wanted it to be. A good seven inches, it was way too big for me to be comfortable permanently putting it on my body. I asked for it smaller and although he complained about most of the good detail work having to be nixed, he redrew it. This time it was about 4 and a half inches and just as good. It was a little different from my sketch, but in a good way. As a tattoo artist, his drawing abilities were understandably way better than mine.
Ellie went first, as hers was going to be faster (and more painful) than mine. She banned me from the room, and although she had her eyes closed and teeth gritted the whole time, trying to put on a brave face for me, I knew she was having a rough time. She’d told me before that the foot was the worst place to get a tattoo because of all the nerve endings. She has another quote on the same foot and said it was the most painful one she’d gotten. When I got close to give her a smile of encouragement she shouted at me to go away (lovingly). She loved it when it was done though, and Christian wrapped it up in Saran wrap.
I was nervous the whole time waiting for my turn in the chair. And although I’m not sure Christian appreciated that Courtney, Ellie, AND Sarah were in the room with me, I sure appreciated it. They kept me talking literally the entire time (30 minutes – surprisingly quick) and took turns holding my hand. Sarah took pictures of the whole process.
And you know, it didn’t really hurt all that much. I’d heard mixed messages: near the ankle is pretty painful, it doesn’t hurt at all, etc. Sure, it hurt – especially during the longer lines that traveled up a nerve – but I’d had braces for seven years. There were days after I got those tightened that hurt worse, and for longer than my tattoo.
After he’d tattooed what was on the stencil, he apparently went in to do some freehand work. That was a little nerve-wracking to hear, but I guess getting a tattoo is really about trust, too.
Besides, when Christian was done, Sarah, Ellie, and Courtney were in awe of it. When I got my first peek I loved it too. I don’t know what kind of detail was supposedly lost when I wanted it smaller, because there is so much detail in there. I probably won’t get picture up until after I get back to the States, but you just have to know that I love it, and it has so much meaning for me now that I know I will love it years, even decades from now.
We got lunch together (Courtney and Ellie braved a plate of fresh prawns – eyes and whiskers and everything) and tried to track down a chocolate shop before we got tired and headed back to the ship. Later that night we went out for dinner and Wi-Fi and I was surprised at how few days I have left before being back home.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ready to go home. I really am. I miss food from home, people from home, my huge, comfy bed from home. But I love the people here too, and all the places I’ve been. I won’t be forgetting any of these experiences anytime soon.