Travel to learn. Learn to travel.
Whorls upon rolls upon rings of neatly coiled ropes, piled on the deck, looped around cleats and, of course, formed the rigging. So many ropes. That’s what struck me as we stepped aboard the Gotheborg.
Could I learn the Gotheborg’s ropes… in Swedish? Read more
Each tiny little square of ceramic – white, black, tan, brick red, greeny-bluish – isn’t much on its own but together they form beautiful mosaic images that are the highlight of Conimbriga, a Roman city ruin in central Portugal.
Roman around Conimbriga, we marvelled at mosaics and baths Read more
One morning, I said I’d like a “pastry of poop” at the café. Learning Portuguese is not easy, but we’re mastering the art of embracing embarrassment.
“Pastry of poop”: Learning Portuguese means embracing embarrassment Read more
I propped my journal on a monk’s angled desk in the Alcobaça Monastery and imagined I was illustrating a Bible or manuscript – perhaps the love story of Pedro and Inês?
Tragic love story ends at Alcobaça Monastery Read more