I put off this edition of my Year in Review for last because it’s the hardest one to write. It means admitting … More
This year’s Portuguese class skews relatively young. Last year, my class ranged from 3rd graders to 6th graders. This year, … More
You’d think that starting my third year would mean that I’d have this teaching down, right? Pfffft, only if teaching … More
While the kids in the preschool class are singing songs for the end of year presentation we’re putting on to show the parents that their children really did learn something this year, I decided to give my students something I didn’t get much of in Portuguese school: poetry.
And since this is me we’re talking about, this week we did Fernando Pessoa’s Mar Portugues. I wrote about why this poem has had such an impact on my life, so go check that out if you haven’t already because I’m diving right in.
For a crash course on what Dia de Portugal is, check out my post from last year. This year, I … More
I haven’t come back to this poem for almost twenty years. Since then, I’ve racked up a couple degrees in words, English and otherwise. It took teaching this poem for me to discover it’s deeper meaning
Most days, I’m happy if my Portuguese students retain enough from the one night a week I have with them … More
I left the house and walked out into a veil of fog that silenced the usual morning noises and shrouded the usual morning sights. It felt like a fitting way to start a week in a newly unfamiliar world.
Unrepentant fangirl that I am, I had a Fernando Pessoa quote immediately leap to mind to describe how I felt.
Greetings, fellow Bay Area foodies. By now, you’ve heard that San Jose got it it’s first Michelin-starred restaurant: Little Portugal’s Adega. You’re probably dying to get a reservation, right? Yeah, you and everyone else—including yours truly, who’s been putting off going for nearly a year.
If I’m stuck waiting for my reservation with the rest of you, then let me tell you where you should be eating while you’re waiting for your reservation at Adega.
Luis de Camões wasn’t some poet scribbling down his musings from his ivory tower. He was a certified badass. He’s … More