My New Life in Portugal – and Mark will chime in with his…
Music playing, washer going, chiles I don’t recognize roasting in the oven…a good day. We walked down our favorite street before Mark left for golf and after sipping coffee and orange juice on the patio under our brand new jewel green umbrella. We are settling. Aside: My face and glasses just got a major steam…
Happy Easter!
Well, it’s been a while. Tomorrow Mark will be able to play golf for the first time since the middle of January and I will be able to sit on a terrace with three other people and drink coffee. Life is changing. Not that ours has been a particular hardship, we walk to the beach…
So it’s been a while…
Life is new and eventful while being also completely prosaic. I am happy, Mark says he’s happy too. River seems happy as a clam. There is a lightness to our living here that is really lovely. The reasons for that could be many, retirement being the biggest behind moving to Portugal which should be the…
Ahhhh, the sea…wow, the sea!
So yesterday was a quite magnificent day. Who knew? A little drive while the housecleaner cleaned and then back home, maybe an Imperial (small lager) at a roadside place with tables. Nothing special in our new life – except leaving the house to anywhere in these times is special. We took the coast road because…
So what to do with hours to myself…
Mark’s off playing golf. He’s been so itching to but it has been raining cats, dogs and ferrets. He’ll be exhausted when he comes home given the carts will be on the paths and that is one hilly course! Anyway, back to me. I walked the dog, oddly alone, only saw one other dog and…
Why does our Penha Longa decision matter?
Well, it is a big one. It means we are committing to this area, Cascais/Sintra, for at least 15 months, the length of the membership. That feels odd because we were intending to travel about but let’s face it, nothing is as any of us expected and hunkering down in a beautiful place with spectacular…
Golf monasteries, Portuguese breakfasts and the Dallas Cowboys
As I write, Mark is dreaming of that golf, stuffing his face with ham, cheese, pineapple, melon, cheese and a bread roll, all while watching the Cowboys play. The game started at 2am last night, even he went to bed before kickoff (just). We’ve gotten into a weird pattern of staying up until 2am, waking…
Just back from the beach
And ahh, it’s grand. A great day, waves powerful although average height, wind and noise creating a world of individual solitude. River was fascinated and there were birds to boot! We watched surfers and a windsurfer who flew across the water. We had a beer under a ratty umbrella and it was pretty bloody perfect.…
We’re baaaaccckkk….or we should be up and running at full speed soon
Well, it’s been a while, much longer than anticipated. We’re assured that’s normal, drives us mad, of course. Anyway, internet, phone, tv still in various stages of intermittently working, depending on just what it is you’d like to accomplish at that moment. Inexplicable to me, yes, to Mark, not so much and driving him around…
Sunday. Another Day of Silence
We are good in our new place but still have no internet, or have a hotspot only – just a bit cumbersome for musings! We are reading books and playing no internet required games. Also learning about day to day shopping in our new world when we venture out beyond our daily walks. Will post…
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