Only there wasn’t any storm, just a cloudy day down by the river. I know earlier I said there were … Continue reading Any Porto in a storm
London, Wednesday, 15:00 Not exactly. But I feel I’d like to be set free. My legs are Jonesing for a … Continue reading Like a Chained dog.
I’ve taken the train to Porto, to the north, for the weekend. I jump ahead in my story but right … Continue reading I’m alive and well. and having dinner in Porto.
more and more, includes me. I am not in the know. I am using my fledging Portuguese and every time … Continue reading Ola pessoas!