A year ago today, I left Norfolk, drove to the Eurotunnel, and made great progress to the south of France. After a couple of hours of sleep in the car, my journey took me through Spain and on to Portugal. I still vividly remember the feeling of “I’ve arrived” when I passed the Portugal sign…
Category: Introvert
Adjusting to living in Portugal with an analogy of a washing machine
Oh my, oh my, oh my. Another two weeks have passed and I’m only just getting around to writing a blog. Whoops. But hey, it’s not a big deal. The new blog is here now. Previously, and mainly when in employment, I would’ve beaten myself up for missing deadlines and not being 100% professional. I…
Pruning olive trees, wriggly worms and spring incoming
Over the last two weeks, I’ve learnt so much about trees. Specifically, olive trees. When I arrived in Portugal, my knowledge of trees was limited. Very limited. Actually, that probably goes for most plants. But gradually I am becoming more knowledgeable and more confident in looking after trees. Following the workshop I attended on pruning…
Família and familiar
It’s been an indifferent two weeks since my last blog. The blog where I advised I’d be back to writing weekly. Well, I failed at the first hurdle. However, the main reason for skipping a week was that I returned to the UK to visit my daughters. And they took precedence. While I took my…
Just go with the flow!
Six months ago, I had just sold the remainder of my furniture, made numerous trips to charity shops, and was living with minimal items. I recall being concerned about whether the items I was taking to Portugal would fit in the car. Was I bringing too much? Had I disposed of too much? At that…
Feliz Anos Novo
Happy New Year. For me, 2022 was an instrumental year as I moved to Portugal. I’ve now been living in Portugal for five months and the time has flown by. I am sure 2023 will be a mixture of excitement and challenge. Hopefully in equal measure. The festive period has been quiet for me. I’m…