A Study in Simplicity
I recently traveled to Portugal for a cousin’s long-overdue wedding. The trip had always been meant as a parents-only getaway, but circumstance left my husband behind as well.
Fast forward to the shuttle ride from Lisbon airport and I awoke to see a mustard, stone archway cupping a hunter green door, welcoming us to Quinta Sant’Ana. The woman at reception looked disappointed for me, that I’d be alone in a rustic carriage house with clear standing shower and a gray, stone tub. My sad room would be awash with golden sunlight in the morning sun as I…