A quick train ride from Lisbon lies the hilltop town of Sintra. It’s a quaint little town that conjures up memories of times when fairytales were quite possibly real, with its maze-like cobblestone streets, castles and palaces. Once the summer home of Portugal’s kings, today Sintra offers a place for history buffs to roam theContinue reading “Escape of the Week: Sintra, Portugal”
I spent time in Portugal, but not quality time. Mostly because I was sick. And, then I was drunk , and then I was hungover. Fortunately, there was at least one good day in the middle of my 10 or so days in the country when I was moderately healthy and totally sober. I metContinue reading “Escape of the Week: The Colors of Portugal”
The last few days in Merida, I began to feel sick. I couldn’t breathe well, I had that sexy throat-y voice and a cough. A miserable cough that would keep me up at night. I blamed it on the yellow fever vaccine I had received a few days earlier. It sucked. I don’t do sick.