Test-Driving Our Dream Retirement in Portugal — Part Three
My husband, Chris, did not weep for joy when he proposed, on our wedding day, or when we won this contest—but he did in Lagos—over fish. As he wiped the tears from his eyes with the navy-blue paper napkin, a large oval plate with fish bones, and a few more remnants of our meal in front of him, “I’m in heaven,” he said. “I’m going to build a house right...