Tag Archive: Fado

Finally…girls’ weekend again

What were we thinking when deciding to get up before 5am to catch a flight? Certainly not how tired we would be once the day would come to an end. The ones who read my… Continue reading →

Lisbon never deceives

The red microphone points towards me, the camera frames me and the journalist gets to the essential. “Have you seen the rubbish bags all over town?” “Well, I have watched the Portuguese news… Continue reading →