When a blog post starts with “According to Portuguese folklore,” you know there's going to be a story. This one involves a Roman soldier, a beggar, half a cloak, and a rather optimistic weather forecast.

Still being in a bit of a blogjam, I’m going to start with our most recent Adventure Day, then work my way backwards to fill in some of the gaps since we got back from Switzerland.

Now that our son was in the country, we had a few pre-trips to squeeze in before heading to our next destination: Switzerland.

Our last couple weeks were shaped by a mix of historic impulses and pure accident, charting a path through ancient Islamic strongholds, sleepy coastal towns, and the winding backroads of the Iberian Peninsula.

In August, the Algarve becomes crowded with tourists, and many of them are Portuguese. People from northern Portugal hurry down to the Algarve beaches to squeeze in a holiday before school starts and regular routines return. Luckily, we know the quieter places ...

As the finer details of San Diego fade, what still echoes is curiosity—namely, people asking about our plans and us offering only vague answers. Perhaps the absence of a plan is our plan now. And after a lifetime of planning, letting go of plans sounds like a great plan to me.