It feels like a very long time since I was able to post a year’s wishlist at a time when travel seems not just possible–but probable. That’s not to say that this year hasn’t been fraught with cancellations so far; I’m just choosing to make lemonade wherever...
Not to boast, but I’m lucky. Not in that great “I’m a lucky charm” kind of a way–hell, my mother-in-law won’t let me stand within a 40-yard radius of her at a casino because I am decidedly unlucky in that capacity. Put me next to a slot machine, and...
By the end of our week in Portugal, Mr. Pretty and I were convinced we might never walk again. Everything was uphill. Everything. In Sintra, especially, everything was up. The Castelo dos Mouros was particularly elevated. Steps, steps, and more steps. Oh, and did I mention the very low lip on...