It’s the side streets that often attract. After the boats and canals, after Bruno and the history lesson, I happened upon an out of the...

I had hoped to visit Porto, the 2nd largest city in Portugal and gateway to the Douro Valley. But recent torrential rains and subsequent...

Travel, at least on the scale upon which I’ve embarked, is no different than life day to day, except in degree. Life is compressed,...

Obidos is stunning for sure. It’s a destination for historians and scholars, poets and painters. It’s a destination for all who visit...

A cock crowed shortly before 6:00. Surprisingly, the sun would not rise for another two hours. But when it did, it revealed an Obidos...

Obidos at night is magical, even in the rain. And Marga was right, at their best, streets are outdoor rooms. The “Obidosians”, if...

We met a young woman on our morning walk. “I believe she’s Dutch,” Pa whispered. It’s interesting how Pa communicates. I recently...

Pa was old for a long time before he crossed over. He likes old things. Old photos. Old paintings. Old people. These days, most of his...

I had a bit of stomach discomfort yesterday evening so I decided to forego dinner and settle for a quiet place and a cup of tea. Walking...

There is a place between dark and light, dream and day, where an answer is given and the truth is told. Some mornings I’m in that place,...

You forget about jet lag until you’re in it. Usually it’s at night time when you should be going to bed, like last night. I walked for...

It’s nice traveling with Pa. He’s quiet. Wants for nothing. And keeps up, step for step. I wasn’t sure how it would be, having last...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to travel around the world. As no one in my family traveled, I have to think the seed was...