Isn't fresh sea air and the scent of pastéis de nata a better retirement plan than hanging around my ever-expanding collection of novelty shack souvenirs? She's opting for serene sunsets over shack setlists!

Let's just say, if you can touch both walls without moving your feet, it’s less ‘cozy office’ and more ‘sardine can chic’. Portugal offers her space to stretch out that isn't also doubling as my filing cabinet.

Have you seen our shack? It's so packed that even our echoes need to say 'excuse me'. While I love the close quarters, she dreams of roaming free in the Portuguese breeze, not dodging our inventory of bumper stickers.