"He knows not where he's going, for the ocean will decide, it's not the destination, it's the glory of the ride." - Edward Monkton Many years ago I gave my dad a birthday card with this short poem on it. Perhaps the words lingered in my memory, because a long time later I took them to heart and acted on them. Back in 2018 my partner and I abandoned our relatively standard, provincial, heading towards middle age lifestyle, in favour of going travelling. We packed up our entire lives, along with the dog in to a converted bus and set off on an adventure, with no fixed destination, just a loose plan to travel around Europe indefinitely and see where we ended up. Fast forward fourteen months and we find ourselves owning a small farm in central Portugal, harvesting vines, olives and a plethora of other home-grown delicious fruits. If someone told me before we set off this is where I'd be and what I'd be doing, it's unlikely I'd have bel...