No one asked me, but if they did, this is what I would say. "On…
Lisboa 3: Sintra
My research on Sintra was inadequate. I knew the train ran from Rossio and that my navigante occasional card would zap me there. I would find a stellar collection of historic sites and walking trails to explore. Buses run from the center of Sintra to distant palaces....
Lisboa 2: The Beauty and the Shame
I left the Gulbenkian Foundation astonished, moved, and thoroughly ashamed of what my country has become politically, morally, and culturally. The art I saw returned me to the politics that I had hoped, to some degree, to ignore for a few days. When I was there,...
Lisboa 1: Getting Started
I had prepared carefully. I had my DK Lisbon guide, my lists and agenda, and my My Maps print-outs of where I thought I might go. I packed thoughtfully and even included an F adapter for my electronics. Two, in fact, to be on the safe side. And so many cords. The Uber...
Christmas Letter 2025
With the odd nip and tuck, here’s what went out in red envelopes this year. The Annual Greeting I was gonna be granny of the groom! Miles and Holly were to wed on September 6, and I had been holding the date since forever. The couple’s color palette was green...