The giddiness rolled over me like laughing waves…as I sped down I-81 towards North Carolina, the realization hit me. North…
The golden views of Lisbon’s golden hills–there are way more than seven–you can capture from the vantage point of many…
Back in January, we braved the cold to a warm storefront in Alcântara for a friend’s birthday party. She was…
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 man crouched low between the rows to reach the tendrils winding from each arm of the vine. The vinhas…
Museums often leave me cold—even the ones covering topics in which I have great interest. In fact, these must engage…
As we look to the northwest from the hill, as the sun sets over the ocean 30 kilometers away, the…