
This is the epilogueof my stint in Portugal. Wayne and I are headed back to the US tomorrow. It was three years ago that I quit my job and we began making preparations to move to Portugal. A great adventure,…
So we’re in the Algarve now. Everyone says it’s the most beautiful place on earth. But then, what do they know? Everyone in Portugal says they have a “house” in the Algarve. This goes back to the ‘80’s when Portugal…
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…
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,…
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…