She couldn’t afford retirement in the US, so she relocated from California to Portugal

And someday it’s us who aren’t able to afford retirement in Portugal, but I guess we can also move to a poorer country also…

I love how Booking puts random locations (or apparently random) in the ads they run on social networks. It does make sense to showcase your products, but I think I’ll pass that hotel in Baku you thought I should see.

Snapshots from this week in Morocco, in many ways a week about nothing, but in a good way. Nothing fancy, just walking a few days in the desert, in the middle of nowhere, with absolutely nothing around, specially Internet connectivity.

A vast desert landscape features undulating sand dunes, a person walking, and a herd of animals in the distance under a clear blue sky.People leading camels loaded with goods across a sandy desert under a clear blue sky.A silhouette of a person stands on a hill under a twilight sky.A vast, sandy desert landscape is shown with undulating dunes under a clear blue sky.A solitary white tent stands amidst vast sand dunes under a dark, cloudy sky.People are sitting on a patterned rug, sharing tea from a teapot with small glasses, accompanied by a tray of snacks.A vast desert landscape features sand dunes under a clear blue sky, with a few distant figures and footprints in the sand.A person is walking along a sandy path lined with palm trees, viewed through an arched doorway with sandals by the entrance.

Zen moment of the day!

Hello Marrakesh! The fact that this is roughly a 1h flight from Lisbon never ceases to amaze me.

Aerial view of farmland and fields seen through an airplane window with a clear blue sky and clouds in the distance.

Porque é que o nosso propósito há-de estar na Ásia, será que o propósito dos Asiáticos está cá?

A Joana Marques no Extremamente Desagradável de hoje sobre aquele chavão “Fui para a Ásia para me encontrar” que tanto se ouve. Nada contra viajar para a Ásia, muito pelo contrário, nem viajar no geral para pôr as ideias em ordem. Mas tudo isto é tão batido, esta ideia tão cliché de ser um lugar espiritual, onde toda a gente está sempre a meditar e em busca do conhecimento. Porque é que não podemos ser como o meu amigo Carlos Carneiro, a quem um dos momentos marcantes do rumo dele foram duas semanas com uma burra em pleno Planalto Mirandês?