… not even a couple of mostly retired bloggers. It’s the end of 2024, at least one of us is nursing a cold, and we’re settling back in after a…
We’ve been having ourselves a quiet holiday season so far. Unlike past years we haven’t really put on a shindig ourselves. A number of our friends have been out of…
Portuguese love bacalhau (BAA-ka-lau, except that “lh” together means you give it kind of a “yuh” sound there in the middle) which is dried and salted codfish. It’s a staple…
This post is part of a series called Family Storybook I’ve had an idea burbling in the back of my mind for awhile now, and since attending language classes has…
We never went to the Space Needle until a visiting family member asked to see it. At one point we both worked approximately five minutes, on foot, from the base…
We had company in our hometown! It’s admittedly difficult for people to just drop in, but thanks to a work thing that Lisa’s sister had in Lisbon, we got to…
We’re enjoying our first visitor (Hi C!) this week and it’s been a lot of firsts for us. You see, we’ve been terrible residents in Braga because we have done…
For many of us seeing The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the late night run in the local movie theater was a kind of rite of passage. This gorgeously schlocky…
This is a continuation of my deep-ish dive into the weirdly complex world of washing machines in the EU. Like a lot of literally foreign concepts, not growing up with…
After (checks calendar) three years of being in Portugal, I am still learning things about how our washing machine works. Which feels weird because I’ve been doing household laundry since…
