Notes from a trip to Lisbon for a conference. Fado music drifting through narrow alleys, the crunch of a pastel de nata, and the sun setting over the Tagus. Portugal felt like a place where time moves just a little slower. I think I spent more hours outside the conference venue than inside it.

The old trams rattling up the hills of Alfama, the tiles on every surface, the way people sit in cafes for hours without looking at their phones. There’s something about this city that makes you want to slow down, too.