And now the second and final leg of my trip to Portugal, with two days in Porto and a return to Lisbon.
We booked eight days in Spain's neighbor on the Iberian peninsula, Portugal.
A couple weeks ago, I was sitting at one of Madrid's many spectacular cafés with three friends and I asked them that cliché question that everybody hates, but which I think is worth contemplating from time to time: What would your ideal life look like?
I have been in Madrid just over three months. I am still a visitor.
Some cities have no equal. They stand alone, suspended by romanticized reputations built of cinematic allure. Even people who have never seen a map somehow have visions of these cities in their mind. Paris is such a place.
Chapter VII: It was mid-January and I had returned to familiar territory: jobless and scrambling to put together enough income to make it another month.
Chapter VI: I arrived in Nashville defeated. I had crawled through San Francisco and Chicago amidst the worst of the Great Recession and come out the other side, officially in the latter half of 10 Cities/10 Years; I was drained, bitter, and ready to give up.
Chapter III: At 24, I was single, young (not that I knew it), and living in the land of milk and silicone.