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…
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…
When I ran yesterday morning, I said hello to a neighbor, who answered my bom dia with a smile: “But,…