I opened the email this week while up in Normandy commemorating the 75th anniversary of D-Day (June 6), when Allied…
More than six years have passed since my first flights into and out of Lisbon. I ask for a window…
During the last few months, as we’ve made the ramp up to high season in Portugal (which expands by a…
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…