While we preferred those fruits of our Random Garden most of all, we were able to flesh out our weekly…
The calçadas are slick on many walkways in Sintra. The historic center sees so many footfalls that have polished the…
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…
When people ask our favorite pastimes in Portugal, what sights not to miss, what restaurants deliver the best experience–our answers…
The kilometers tick over like I’m on a treadmill. The tall pines fly past, lined up on either side of…
We didn’t expect the medronhos, or madrones, to last so long. Those Christmas ornaments hanging from the trees all over…
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…
You hear the tram first, dog-like, at the edges of your hearing: the squeal of wheels along rusty tracks, the…