I live in Portugal, twenty steps from a scenic, cliff-lined beach, in a town bustling with creative energy and strong coffee. While many lucky folks were born here, move here, or pass through here and are immediately certain that their soul is embedded in the sand, I’ve always felt like
Read MoreWell folks, we hit a major bump in the road this week. And when you’re staring at the calendar with only five business days left in the USA, bumps become VERY SCARY.
Read MoreProceed to any police station or business that offers fingerprinting services (in my area, it was one sheriff’s office and one shooting range. Dear Lord, you should’ve seen my liberal, “get rid of guns” self, walking into that establishment
Read MoreSo yes, I’m slightly lonely, with plenty of coffee dates, and a lot of plans. I’m an American singer/dancer/writer/blogger who landed in Portugal, and posts some really nice-looking Instagram pictures of life abroad.
Read MoreI guess, at the end of the day, my soul felt a sort of clarity in Portugal that I’ve only ever felt at “home.” And to me, that feeling bore enough weight to take a chance on moving, without the security of any sort of plan.
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