The man crouched low between the rows to reach the tendrils winding from each arm of the vine. The vinhas…
My favorite meditation centers on the search for sea glass on an empty beach. I gravitate towards patterns—hence my love…
The streets in the midst of town have been quiet in Praia das Maçãs. To be honest, it’s nice to…
We’re growing avocados. We have three viable plants, now holding their own in the Random Garden—the veritable highlight of our…
Museums often leave me cold—even the ones covering topics in which I have great interest. In fact, these must engage…
We celebrated the New Year by eating grapes, but in the Portuguese style: twelve raisins, one for each toll of…
We didn’t expect the medronhos, or madrones, to last so long. Those Christmas ornaments hanging from the trees all over…
As we look to the northwest from the hill, as the sun sets over the ocean 30 kilometers away, the…
Silver light of the morning. As I drive through the valley of Galamares up towards Sintra, the light filters through…
Three years ago, we moved into our home on the Sintra coast, just hours after a pleasant immigration officer stamped…