TWO MOMS AND A MELKTERT
Portugal has never been on my bucket list of places to visit. Not that I have anything against the country, its food or its people; it’s just never been more attractive to me than, say, Spain or France. Or Vietnam, Sri Lanka or Japan. (Yes, I have a rather long list.)
But when I had the opportunity to escape real life for a few days, for the first time in far too long (read: time, budget and obliging partner), I discovered I wasn’t that picky about the destination. And that a place I had never before dreamed of visiting would in fact turn out to be the best one yet.
The back story
The chance to pretend I was a carefree, childless world traveller arose when my career break overlapped with my friend Hanlie’s long overdue 40th birthday trip. In both instances, there were partners involved to whom we are now indebted. The kind who allow primary caregivers to down tools (a.k.a. abandoning lunchboxes and
