Dispatches from a Wandering Pet Guardian & Stationery Witch.
Pressed between the pages of my pet-sitting ledger: fragments of Porto’s soul. These are the quiet moments the guidebooks miss, the way the Douro turns gold at dusk, the bakery cat who judges my pastry choices, the stray dogs who follow me home like misplaced familiars. Part travelogue, part love letter to a city that tolerates my terrible Portuguese.