A year ago, we took a trip up through the Dão and across the Douro and into the Vinho Verde…
On my runs throughout the spring and summer, I ended my long loop running past the vines near Fontenelas: those…
As happenstance would have it, our first visit to Óbidos took place on Palm Sunday, the beginning of the Semana…
Before I moved to Portugal, I knew I would write about it. The writing’s a constant in my life, like…
The calçadas are slick on many walkways in Sintra. The historic center sees so many footfalls that have polished the…
The little beach town has changed since we first arrived–first driving through four summers ago. Praia das Maçãs, of course,…
In the valley of Galamares Looking out over the hortas and vinhas of the departed barons and princes A mist…
“You know there’s an airfield around here?” Carlos drank from his café cortado and looked at us for some kind…
Our cherry tomatoes surprised us this summer. It had stayed cool into June–not a surprise in Colares–but the days warmed…
“There’s no way we’ll get a reservation on the same day for a Saturday night in July…” These were my…