I’m sitting here on my couch, tea in hand, watching the weather warily as snow has been forecast in London. Snow. In late November. Luckily, I have around 15 billion scarves, a coat as cozy as a duvet and the accumulated commuter knowledge of dashing from pillar to post as quickly as humanly possible in 3°C temperatures. But, only a week ago I was standing in the sun-dappled Rossio square of Lisbon, wearing sandals, t-skirt… View Post