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 kilometers tick over like I’m on a treadmill. The tall pines fly past, lined up on either side of…
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…
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…