Month: July 2019

Last days are often funny days. There’s no rationale for it, just human nature playing mind games. Sadness is futile, as Spock […]

Our final resting place is reminiscent of some dystopian seventies or eighties TV series – could be Space 1999 or Logan’s Run. […]

We know we’ve boobed a bit, but fixing it has become a right saga. When we entered Portugal we should have set […]

You want quirky? Today’s the day to deliver then.  We leave Porto under a cloud, or possibly it’s fog? Temperature in it’s […]

Take me to The Atlantic, demands The Husband. Well, I always try to oblige, especially on the eve of a birthday occasion, […]

It’s sad to say goodbye to our lovely Delfim hotel, we’re very pleased we found it even though it’s one of the […]

I used to think that a county with a border on the North Sea produced the worst drivers in Europe. This last […]

When you’re as old as me, the seventies still doesn’t seem that long ago. Of the few remaining die-hards who are still […]

The Douro River – that’s how it all started! We wanted to do a river cruise, decided on the Douro and then […]

Continuing our tour of Spain’s splendid hotels, we check out of our Cácares palace and set off for our Salamanca convent. St […]