The clouds moved on and Spring burst forth. After my first long damp winter, it was a joy to see the spring again. The clouds vacated the heavens, the sun shone and the clear blue sky was visible once more. All was good with the world. The countryside seemed to…

I had no idea it could get so cold here! After the summer the winter seemed to suddenly come upon us. September saw the first rain and by October it was torrential. One advantage was, the ‘cisterna’ was filling up! I was living in a place called Agostos, 3.8 kilometres…

We always tend to say that we never remember it being this hot before — but I am sure it has. Right? How are you all coping with the heat? It has been scorching hot, hasn’t it! …

I was thinking the other day about when I came to Portugal to live. It was 1989 and I was 21. The only plan I had back then, was moving over to Portugal. I bought a one way ticket and off I went! My mother was already living here, so…

When the fast train becomes the slow train.. My alarm went off at 5:30 am followed by my radio alarm, just in case. I rolled out of bed. A friend would be picking me up at 6h15 and taking me to the train station in Faro to catch the Alpha…

I knew I wouldn’t be consistent, or is it persistent? Well either way — it seems I am neither. Had a lot going on. Then I got a spanner in the works. A health issue, which now seems to have worsened. So having to slow down a bit. …

I am just not cut out for this diary writing lark! I have tried to write every day, but I run the risk of being boring. So instead of a day in the life post — I am going for a more — last five days approach! This year I…

Who remembers the Algarve 36 years ago? Wow, is it really 36 years ago? The beaches were so unspoiled back then. Remember? No huge restaurants along the coastline. No concessioned parts of the beach where you couldn’t put up a parasol or a sunshade. Just sand and sea! Julia’s Beach…

I have missed a few days — been so busy. I am nobody so why would you want to read anything I write, right? To be honest I am writing for me. …