While we preferred those fruits of our Random Garden most of all, we were able to flesh out our weekly…
On my runs throughout the spring and summer, I ended my long loop running past the vines near Fontenelas: those…
In the valley of Galamares Looking out over the hortas and vinhas of the departed barons and princes A mist…
We’ve followed the story of Sérgio and Marta Pardal, a local father and daughter brewing team, since I took my…
The flavor of a nêspera, or loquat, reminds me of several things. First, an apricot, but it’s also tart-sweet, like…
The kilometers tick over like I’m on a treadmill. The tall pines fly past, lined up on either side of…
The man crouched low between the rows to reach the tendrils winding from each arm of the vine. The vinhas…
When I ran yesterday morning, I said hello to a neighbor, who answered my bom dia with a smile: “But,…