The clever answer is: read a few of my blogs and you’ll see soon enough. But there’s a bit more to it than that.

When I dreamed of the classic Aussie “gap year” (or five) in Europe, I never pictured Portugal. In fact, I’d never stepped foot in this ancient little country on the edge of the Atlantic until I turned up with a single suitcase and a positive attitude.

My partner has always wanted to fill the bacalhau-shaped hole in his heart by immersing himself here and further connecting with his Portuguese family.

He had a tough time convincing me, until he pulled up the weather forecast. Sure enough, it worked. But now I have at least four dozen more reasons why I’d want to move to Portugal, which I’m sure you’ll find across the pages of this blog.