This is the first of a series of essays about the countries I have called home, and how each has contributed to my understanding of place and connection. Prologue to the Series: Finding Home I was born in Northern Ireland. We moved to Canada when I was three months old, and I grew up there,…
There is a store in Braga’s city center that is a mystery to me, and I’m determined to solve it. Here’s a picture from across the street: When you’re in a new place, the strangeness of EVERYTHING blurs together at first. Every building is equally new and inexplicable. Then as you walk around and get…
We just ended our third heat wave, if I’m counting correctly. Europe’s been hit hard this year. Actually, it seems like we say that every year: “Europe has hit new heat records.” Braga is fortunate in many ways, it doesn’t seem to get as hot as in many other places. When Paris was hitting an…
This is the third post of a series of 12, where I show the changing look of the Jardim de Santa Barbara over a year. I’m a day late with this picture because yesterday afternoon, when I would normally go to take it, was 36C/97F and I Just. Could. Not. Leave the apartment. So I…