The Curious Tale of Sant Narcís

A few days after spotting the street sign bearing his name, Sant Narcís would assume greater importance in my life and the lives of my two travelling companions.

Water!

You can imagine me at my desk dressed in an old long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and boots, all of which became muddier as the day progressed.

Raisin balm

There is something calming about watching the slow progress of grapes drying to form raisins, especially when I am all flushed in the evening from a four-kilometre walk in weather still too hot to give serious credence to the coming of autumn. Both such activities form a useful adjunct to my too busy mind, and... Continue Reading →

Rock Solid

How readily we hurl words into the ether, without a care for where they land, or how they might later be retrieved!

Postbox

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 →

Rights of passage

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.

Jangled moon

  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 →

Outcomes

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 →

Postcards from before

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 →

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