Here I Go Again On My Own

Here I Go Again On My Own

 One day, in the wake of a major life adjustment, I won a pot money at my moms group and rather than spend it on yet another small kitchen appliance, I bought a ticket to Tuscany. What seemed like a rather impulsive moment at the time turned into what would now be my...
Fado-and other celebrated tragedies

Fado-and other celebrated tragedies

As the plane neared it’s landing in Lisbon, it occurred to me that I had spent so much time planning out Morocco and Croatia before I left, I hadn’t even considered really what I wanted to get from my time in Portugal. I had forgotten what I had even booked in terms...
Colour Me Lisbon

Colour Me Lisbon

I was up early for a sunrise rendezvous with magificant Lisbon. My new fellow canadian friend, Maddy, and I made plans to find the beaches. We took the ferry from Cais do sodre port  to cacilhas; then an hours bus ride to costa da caparica on the almada coast. The...
No Time to Lose

No Time to Lose

I’ve been a wanderer these past couple of days. Without any clear agenda for my time in Portugal, I am quite literally taking it minute by minute. I walked to the breakwater with music in my ears creating a soundtrack that will inevitably remind me of this colourful...
The Road Trip

The Road Trip

I find there is no better way to experience a new culture, place and even food than through the lens and guidance of a local. I receive a message from my fado friend in the early morning-“I’m heading to the beach do you want come?”- “yes”-I am ready in minutes-no time...