
A Charmed Day in Setúbal Some days are better than others. Some are perfect and some are just shit. Then there’s yesterday. The washing machine suddenly decided to no longer function, so all the laundry had to be handwashed. All…
A Charmed Day in Setúbal Some days are better than others. Some are perfect and some are just shit. Then there’s yesterday. The washing machine suddenly decided to no longer function, so all the laundry had to be handwashed. All…
The holiday season hath descended upon us. It’s time for my favorite Christmas decoration of all time – the hanging Santas. Everywhere we turn effigies of Santa have been hung from balconies by the neck, hands tied behind backs, in…
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…
Portugal recently celebrated the feast day for Saint Roche, the patron saint of dogs, which is one theory why this time of summer is called the dog days. It’s certainly the slow time in Portugal. Everything shuts down in August. Our language school, swimming…
Last month, when my sister visited, we took a personal tour of the Arrábida natural park with Nuno Duarte. He is very professional and also has a big heart. This is his story of an encounter with an abandoned baby…
Oh, the burdens of celebrityhoodednessdom. Barbara and I have come to discover this in the months we’ve been in Portugal. The constant attention, lack of privacy, need for the police to block off streets when we walk down them —…