Twenty minutes before the start of the race, and still only a few dozen runners milled about under the limp…
The flavor of a nêspera, or loquat, reminds me of several things. First, an apricot, but it’s also tart-sweet, like…
The wide open spaces relax the eyes and imbue me with a deep sense of calm. Almost six years ago…
The man crouched low between the rows to reach the tendrils winding from each arm of the vine. The vinhas…
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…
We celebrated the New Year by eating grapes, but in the Portuguese style: twelve raisins, one for each toll of…
As we look to the northwest from the hill, as the sun sets over the ocean 30 kilometers away, the…
Three years ago, we moved into our home on the Sintra coast, just hours after a pleasant immigration officer stamped…
Last year, during the time of figs we flew over to the Açores (Azores). A friend had just decamped back…