It’s been several weeks now since we took a bus from Sintra to Cascais to stay with Jules, Rita’s traveling companion and President You-Know-Who’s personally appointed ambassador to the International Animal Kingdom. After being in Sintra, Cascais felt like…
A couple weeks ago, we took a train to Lisbon and transferred to another for the half hour ride to Sintra. For those unfamiliar with Portugal, Sintra is a town on a mountain between Lisbon and the ocean, whose climate,…
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 —…
As of a couple of weeks ago, Barbara and I are official members of the Portuguese Permanent Residents Club, with membership cards and everything. At the risk of violating security, I’m going to reveal the Portuguese secret handshake, which is…
It’s happened to most of us. At least it happens to Americans. Our first few visits to higher class hotels, we occasionally encounter a mysterious bathroom fixture. It’s this piece of porcelain next to the toilet that looks a lot…
Here it is the fourth entry into this blog and we’ve already gone three weeks without a post. We were distracted… Where we’ve been all this time is a long-planned driving tour of the Southwest, covering an estimated 2000 miles…
Come play with us as we prepare for our nomadic lifestyle. Once anchored by possessions and a couple of businesses (see About), we now own nothing but a 12-year-old Saturn and some sufficient retirement accounts. After a short stint in Denver,…
Barbarams
Wayne
