Something I’ve learned recently about life in Portugal is that the most magical experiences aren’t the ones you plan. They’re the ones you’re invited into. Our landlords, Antonio and Aura — who have quickly become two of the kindest, most generous people we’ve ever met — invited us to join them for a local festival…
🎃 Halloween in Portugal: Pumpkins, Saudade, and the Question of Belonging
Saudade – Noun. A Portuguese word that doesn’t have a direct English equivalent… The sentiment is a feeling of longing, nostalgia, dreaming, and wistfulness… Halloween isn’t exactly a big deal in Portugal — at least not in the same way it is back in the U.S. Here, October doesn’t bring front-yard graveyards, inflatable ghosts, or…
A Little Quiet. A lot of Change.
It’s been a while since my last post. Somewhere between unpacking boxes, learning how to drive on tiny one-lane roads, and figuring out which recycling bin takes the milk cartons, I lost my writing rhythm. And truthfully, it wasn’t just logistics. I hit a wall. After months of planning and pushing and documenting every step…