I never took a gap year. I went straight from high school to college to a career, doing every sensible thing in the right order — and somewhere around 32 I realized I’d been meaning to see the world since I was 17. So when a friend mentioned she was heading to Portugal to spend … Read more
After our youngest left for university, the house got very quiet very fast. My partner and I looked at each other over dinner one night and said, almost simultaneously, “So… where do you actually want to go?” Portugal came up within about thirty seconds — sunny beaches, centuries of history piled into cobblestone streets, and … Read more
Three weeks after my relationship ended, I did the only thing that made sense: I booked a solo trip somewhere I’d always wanted to go but had been waiting for the “right time” to visit together. That place was Lisbon — and standing alone on a sun-warmed cobblestone street in Alfama, listening to fado drift … Read more
