This is a prelude, a short interlude to the best story of my 14 months away. We came back to Lisbon to divert to other locations, other...

Meltdowns and Ginja. I arrive at dawn at Lisbon Oriente, the architecture is incredible bathed in the early morning light and then I take...

The old taxi driver, doubled over at right angles with a hunched back, insisted on putting my bags in his taxi. He tells me in...

I'm in the mountains of Sintra where the nobility of Portugal built their palaces and villas to escape the heat of summer, as you do. My...

I've worked my way down through Spain to Lisbon. I get a taxi to the hotel with a woman driver. That's a rarity here as in most places. ...