In week 45, I was back in NYC, spending time in my old neighborhood, visiting my old hangouts, and seeing how things have changed in a year.
In week 44, it was time to drive Mama Tis back to the casino in Cherokee so she could gamble away a little more of my inheritance before returning to Kingstree for Christmas.
During week 43, I was back in SC, hanging with Mama Tis. One day we woke up excited to attend a holiday party but ended up on an unplanned and ill-equipped mud dogging (mis) adventure.
In Week 40, I continued to enjoy My Incompetent Portuguese Slumlord’s antics, while working to further local coffee art talent. As a bonus, I was introduced to some of the best local food in an unexpected way.
In week 38, I finally indulged my passion for football and made it to a local game, only to be met with a gun incident, Portuguese style.
In week 37, the rains fell relentlessly, leaving us all longing for a moment in the sun. A trip to the mall brought shopping success and a fast-food debacle.
In week 36, I wrapped up my time in Guimarães and struggled to get back to Lisbon.
In week 35, the rains followed me on a work road trip to the north. I’d sat aside a few days to focus on a project and could think of no better place than the tiny, historic town of Guimarães.
Week 34 was full of monsoons, flashers and a bit of craziness.