There are a lot of empty houses in Portugal. Some of them have been like that for years; some of them are for sale. I pass several every day. This morning, however, I stopped and looked inside the yard of one such empty house. Well, blow me down if that's not an old Deutsche Post... Continue Reading →
Today's walk was fun. Carob harvest is in full swing, although many trees are not being harvested, as they once were, and much of the chatter amongst the three neighbours also walking today was about the stories so far this season. Carobs are not the only things ripening (strangely this year, with lingering green (but... Continue Reading →
Yet always something of the human soul is transposed as she travels through realms where few go to drink the rare ichor of true correspondence: where the soul—the very core—of one language meets another.
Since the last full moon – the blood moon, I would say most folk around here have felt just a tad jangled. A situation not helped by the raging wildfire in Monchique this past week, about 70 km distant from Boliqueime, where I live. Ironically, Monchique is known for its spring water, and the... Continue Reading →
Today started out well. It started out early, when it was cool enough not to perspire. I purchased a book as a PDF for $20.00, and only have about 341 pages to go. Someone from Canada who read my blog suggested I might be interested. Smart woman of discernment! I did some work, some laundry,... Continue Reading →
I have just emptied an entire chest (kist, in my parlance) in search of one small notebook. This constitutes an act of bravery, for the kist contains boxes full of memories, and papers I should have filed a long time ago. I was calm, and did not get upset; it appears there is no reason... Continue Reading →