Adventures in the Algarve Region of Portugal
In week 50, I was settling into Lagos, my home for the next month, and where I would mark the end of my first year in Portugal.
In week 50, I was settling into Lagos, my home for the next month, and where I would mark the end of my first year in Portugal.
In week 47, as my final days in my beloved beco were coming to a close, I spent time enjoying the neighborhood I had grown to love.
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 42, I embraced the spirit of the holiday season and tried to focus on the positive side of all the things in my life. Giving up the Fight As the drama with My Incompetent Portuguese Slumlord drags on against the backdrop of my favorite time of year, I Read more…
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.
Week 34 was full of monsoons, flashers and a bit of craziness.