Weather or Not, We Like It

In September when we moved to Portugal, we were awash in romanticism at the prospect of living in a two hundred-year-old stone cottage on a farm. Church bells tolled the hour, sunlight glinted on the pristine swimming pool, and a hundred goats cavorted daily in the green and golden pasture. Not long after our arrival I wrote a short piece for the online version of More Magazine. If you missed it, here’s the link: http:/

Goats in Autumn Twilight

As I said, we were awash in romanticism.

Now we are just awash.

It began to rain in mid-October and stopped somewhere in the vicinity of Thanksgiving. Since our stone cottage is built into a hillside, some of the rooms have large slabs of stone that the builder needed to work around, so when the earth is supersaturated, water floods inside.

We decided to go to the Spanish Pyrenees to celebrate our twentieth wedding anniversary in early December by skiing at Formigal. Unfortunately, the internationally famous ski resort had not benefited from the same amount of moisture we’d had in Northern Portugal, so the lifts couldn’t open. We spent the time exploring eleventh century churches along the Camino de Santiago, bathed in Spanish sunshine.

Carson at San Juan de Busa cropped

When we returned it was raining. In the living room. I left for an early Christmas visit  to my daughters, son-in-law, and granddaughter in L.A., and my brother and sister-in-law in Rio Rancho, under brilliantly blue New Mexico skies.

It was lovely when I returned to Portugal late on December 25th. The air was crisp and clear, and holiday lights and fireworks lit up the night. For a brief spell we enjoyed the weather, and then we left for La Costa del Sol. This is not a misnomer. Every day, in every city–Sevilla, Marbella, Málaga, Granada, Córdova–there was sunshine.

We spent the final night of our trip in the border town of Elvas, Portugal. As we drove toward home the next morning, the sky began to dim from cobalt blue to robin’s egg, from pewter gray to battleship. Back at home, the rain was torrential and the wind so great that roof tiles are now missing from the cottage.

But yesterday I held newborn goats, still wet from delivery, umbilical cord attached. How sweet it is…

Goats at Pindela Newborn Kids


About Tricia Pimental

Born in Brooklyn, New York, Tricia Pimental's second memoir, A Movable Marriage, has received 5 Star reviews from both Epic Book Quest and Readers' Favorite. It's available on Amazon in both Kindle ( and print ( versions. She is also the author of two Royal Palm Literary Award Competition-honored books: Rabbit Trail: How a Former Playboy Bunny Found Her Way, and Slippery Slopes. Other work has appeared in International Living Magazine; A Janela, the quarterly magazine of International Women in Portugal; and anthologies compiled by the Florida Writers Association and the National League of American Pen Women. A member of the Screen Actors Guild-American Federation of Television and Radio Artists and a former Toastmaster, Ms. Pimental resides in Portugal. She can be reached at and on Twitter @Tricialafille.
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10 Responses to Weather or Not, We Like It

  1. Shelly says:

    This might just be my favorite post!! So beautifully descriptive… And the photos- breathtaking! As life begins for the baby goats, a new chapter starts yet again for you…with a view of the ocean! I do pray it is full of PHAT! ~s

  2. PHAT: Peace Harmony And Tranquility. Sounds mighty fine to me.

  3. Beaautful scenery from a beautiful woman. Thanks, and a shout-out to Keith

  4. Charlie says:

    Could you come here and bring some of the weather with you. Our winter started wet and the resorts reported snow pack at 200%. Now it is dry and cold with no real storms in sight. Best to you, Keith and Carson.

  5. Ninette Bravo says:

    I loved reading this piece and being a part of your experience – thank you, and the 3 of us send our love to the 3 of you.

  6. Lyn Hill says:

    Lovely Post.

  7. Marty Hanna says:

    Isn’t it delightful that you can drive a few hours and be in a different world. When winter grey gets to be too much, sometime in February, just a short drive over the hill brings us to flowers and green grass. It’s nice to know you can get away. Loved your story.

    • That’s what we love about Europe. Drive a few hours and you’re in a different COUNTRY. Today is sunny, though…finally. Sending you both the best always, and thanks for reading.

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