I’m always curious about the side street, the open courtyard, or the passage through an old city wall. Sometimes I follow it. Sometimes I simply stop and wonder where it goes.

Carvoeiro is the closest thing I have found to my beloved Zihuatanejo. Zihua is the only place where I truly read. I do not mean skimming a few pages before falling asleep. I mean putting my phone in the safe, rejecting all relationships with screens, and finishing an actual book. No television. No computer. No phone. Just time. Our first full winter in Portugal, we spent a week in Carvoeiro, I tried the same thing. It worked. We stayed at Algar Seco in a lovely apartment wit

We walk more than some travelers expect. Sometimes it is practical, sometimes unavoidable, and sometimes it is the best way to understand a place.