Pencil Plans

Pencil Plans

Portugal in early January felt like a fading sign—still lit, still legible, but no longer calling for attention. We picked that in-between stretch of the calendar for a road trip, loosely sketched with four open days and two open minds.
Unavoidable

Unavoidable

With holiday lights turning on at the end of November, it felt like a continuous party. But by the end of the year, I started to feel like a limp strand of lights with a few bulbs that flicker.
Modo Natal

Modo Natal

This time last year, we had been here just over a week. Back then, the Christmas decorations were being staged but not yet officially unveiled. This year felt different. I blinked and, almost overnight, a switch flipped — Christmas Mode: Enabled.
Novem-bem

Novem-bem

Novembro has been muito bem, made up mostly of everyday life — expressive sunrises, rainy-day projects, and wandering the town after the storms. A handful of small moments opened like little doorways, leading us into the kind of low-key adventures that make the month feel full. Pequenas aventuras e grandes calmarias.
12 Months (and Counting)

12 Months (and Counting)

A year in, Tavira feels both new and known. We came with three duffel bags, two confused cats, and no real sense of how quickly this place would weave itself into our days. Now the rhythm is set — tides, sunlight, chestnuts, and choral echoes drifting through the square. The light keeps changing, but the wonder hasn’t dimmed.
Feiras and Full Moons

Feiras and Full Moons

Some weeks fall neatly into routine; others swirl into motion — visitors arriving, fairs spinning, and the moon rising full over it all. This one was a little of everything: family, food, early mornings, and the small rhythms that somehow keep it all together.
Luz de Lucia

Luz de Lucia

Some people enter your life as guides on the trail, and you realize later they were also guiding you toward something bigger. Lucía was that kind of person.