We’ve just added 3 new videos to our website from our travels in Portugal that feature the towns of Lisbon, Cascais, Sintra, and Óbidos.

It’s quite stunning, very safe, has excellent food, a fantastic climate, and a strong expat community. But...

Searching for our Soul Place . . . possibly our next home.

We are focused on a very specific mission. . . searching for our new home. First up is Lagos, Portugal.

We are excited about these next legs of our journey and hope you will come along with us.

While I was excited about all the places I was going to see, Jorge reminded me that every place is someone’s home.

One of the things Carla and I notice almost immediately when we spend time in Europe is how differently food seems to fit into everyday life. I don’t mean that everything in Europe is healthier, every farmer is small and local, or every meal is somehow superior to what we eat in the United States. Europe is far too large and complicated for those kinds of sweeping statements. But as we ate our way around Portugal - and we took that responsibility rather seriously - we kept co

I’m writing this article while sitting on a bus about an hour from crossing into Spain, leaving behind our wonderful month in Portugal. And

Some cities make you work for their affection. Lisbon didn’t. There was something about it that Carla and I liked almost immediately. Maybe it was the light, the hills, the tiled buildings, the cafés spilling into the streets, or simply the ease with which the city seemed to welcome us. Whatever it was, Lisbon felt remarkably comfortable from the beginning. If I had to describe it with a handful of words, I’d probably choose vibrant, bohemian, gritty, charming, creative, and

Lagos was originally established as an ancient fishing harbor. Its origins go as far back as 2000 BC.

I love a good museum. Put me in Paris, London, Florence, Rome, or New York and I can happily disappear into one for hours. There’s something extraordinary about standing a few feet from a painting you’ve seen reproduced hundreds of times and suddenly realizing that the actual brushstrokes are right there in front of you. Someone stood before that canvas centuries ago and made those marks with their own hand. That never gets old. But after enough hours indoors, even the most d

I’ve always loved walking the streets of a city, especially in Europe, where the streets rarely seem interested in going where you think they should. They twist. They narrow. They disappear around corners. A street that looks as though it must lead somewhere important suddenly turns into an alley barely wide enough for two people to pass. And before long, you realize you have absolutely no idea where you are. I love that. Getting lost has always felt like part of the experien

The Beautiful coast of Lagos, Portugal