Portugal
My time in Portugal was all too fleeting — in the span of a week, I’d tasted innumerable glasses of port, cruised along the Douro River, admired many tiled facades, and seen more churches than I’d seen in the rest of my life combined…all with only knowing one word in Portuguese — “Obrigada.”
Tile Murals at Pinhão Train Station
The first day of our post-TBU-conference trip certainly lived up to its name. The ‘Grapes and Sailors’ trip took us sailing up the Douro River, whose green waters wind between terraced hills covered in port wine vineyards. The town where we boarded our boat, Pinhão, is considered by many to be the h
Recapturing the Romance of Reading at Livraria Lello
It’s romantic, the idea of an author holed away in the back of her favourite bookstore, scribbling away at what will become the next book to conquer the world. It’s even more romantic when that bookstore seems to have been intricately cut — with the most steady of hands — out of gleaming wood and…