My favorite meditation centers on the search for sea glass on an empty beach. I gravitate towards patterns—hence my love…
We’re growing avocados. We have three viable plants, now holding their own in the Random Garden—the veritable highlight of our…
We celebrated the New Year by eating grapes, but in the Portuguese style: twelve raisins, one for each toll of…
Silver light of the morning. As I drive through the valley of Galamares up towards Sintra, the light filters through…
You hear the tram first, dog-like, at the edges of your hearing: the squeal of wheels along rusty tracks, the…
We completely missed the cues during our first summer in Praia das Maçãs. Granted, the town hadn’t advertised Nossa Senhora…
Last night marked the fourth summer solstice that I’ve spent in Portugal. Yes, three years ago in June, I started…
Light comes in through the clerestory windows clouded by decades of salt. It’s bright outside, but still shadowed and cool…