A Portuguese island. Family from both sides of the Atlantic together in one place. A lot of walking. Stops for snacks along the way. Oh, and of course… wine. The perfect trip.
Guilt on a Tropical Island
I walked to the beach hoping to find my husband and two drinks waiting for me under a palm tree, but I couldn’t locate him anywhere. Suddenly I heard his voice, and off in the distance I saw him – surrounded by two women, with a very concerned look on his face. He beckoned me forward,…