In week 46, I left NYC in style and headed back to Lisbon to prepare to leave my life in the beco.
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 41, the beco was under attack on many fronts. I distracted myself with language lessons and new tourist friends.
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 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.
In week 33, we had some challenges along with a little fun on the beco.