As we look to the northwest from the hill, as the sun sets over the ocean 30 kilometers away, the…
Silver light of the morning. As I drive through the valley of Galamares up towards Sintra, the light filters through…
Three years ago, we moved into our home on the Sintra coast, just hours after a pleasant immigration officer stamped…
This morning I saw a squash blossom trumpeting its way through the tangled leaves of our Random Garden. Sigh. A…
As I turned the corner on one of my usual running circuits, I hit the sandy track that takes me…
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,…
Portuguese is the fourth language I’ve made an attempt to learn. Though you could argue my fluency in English is…