That muse just keeps niggling me. I did this art (colored pencils and ink) during the winter as a soulself portrait. Then Miss Muse spoke some playful words. When I remain open, she speaks. Love and Peace. Advertisements
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That darn Muse
Tagged with: art, colored pencil, creativity, ink, poetry, portrait
Posted in Living abroad, Uncategorized, writing
Posted in Living abroad, Uncategorized, writing
My Muse is Back!
Apparently I am at the mercy of a poetry muse. It seems she didn’t care for last winter either, and she vanished. Our friends and we were discussing the health of his mother recently. It made me think of many…
Bite Me 19 Apr, ’18
A couple months ago, I was coming back to the apartment from an errand. My route takes me through a pass-through tunnel on the first floor of our building, threading my way among the tables of an outdoor café. At…
Bureaucratugal 23Mar’18
It’s been a year since we got our Portuguese residency permits and had our first encounter with the notorious, dreaded and dreadful Portuguese bureaucracy. I wrote about that experience at the time. We got off relatively unscathed from that one,…
Tagged with: bureacracy, frustration, government, language, paperwork, red tape, residency, SEF, stamp of approval
Posted in Living abroad, Stay as long as you like, writing
Posted in Living abroad, Stay as long as you like, writing
Rain, Rain, Rain, Ra . . . . 21 Mar ’18
It’s the rainy season in Portugal, which may have something to do with why we haven’t posted anything this year. They fooled us when we first came to the country last year because the season was unusually mild. Of course,…
Tagged with: hunkering down, nature, portugal, portugal winter, rain, rainy season, travel, writing
Posted in Living abroad, writing
Posted in Living abroad, writing
You can’t go home again
I live in Portugal. An ocean away from my native country, customs and language. After a year, I was weary of not knowing anything – or that’s how I felt. I had acute sensations of separation, isolation and loneliness. I…
Oporto Me Oh My Oh: 10 Outobro ’17
There were hordes of people in Oporto. I mean hordes. Germans and Brits and French and Spanish and at least one Estonian, we know because she told us so in very good English; and I’m sure there were other nationalities…
Tagged with: Douro River, history, journal, leisure, photography, Porto, portugal, road trip, snapshots, tourists, travel, writing
Posted in Leisure travel freedom, Living abroad, road trip, Uncategorized, writing
Posted in Leisure travel freedom, Living abroad, road trip, Uncategorized, writing
Barbarams
Wayne
