It was Sunday afternoon and the sun was shining. We were sitting on our porch enjoying the plentiful rays in Portugal when I heard a faint, sad song. As the volume increased, we realized the music was …
It Was A Good Good Friday
As we stood in front of a trattoria Friday night waiting for friends to gather, I panicked. A friend from our children’s school offered to organize a cocktail party or a meeting for aperitivo. When we …
