We follow the winding alleyways and admire the colorful homes with their wrought iron balconies, charming flower boxes, and fresh laundry drying in the breeze. But it’s the people hanging out of the windows

The bambino has it right. The troubadour is mesmerizing, and this wee baby would not take their eyes off of the musician playing a soulful tune.

There is nothing that screams vacation more than hanging out in a beach town. Even the process of getting there is fun for me because I get to decompress on the journey. On this day, our transportation of choice is a short 40-minute train from Lisbon to Cascais …