The Floods of Alcácer

February 2026

Over the past weeks the blog went quiet.

Not intentionally, but because life in Alcácer suddenly began to move at a very different rhythm.

In early February of 2026, the river rose higher than most people here had ever seen it. What followed were days of uncertainty, long nights, neighbours helping neighbours, and a town slowly learning how to deal with something it had not faced in many years.

Some stories are worth writing down while they are still fresh.

Not because they are extraordinary, but because they happened to us — and because, with time, memory begins to soften the details.

This is not a report and it is not meant to be history.

It is simply a personal chronicle of those days — the things I saw, the people I spoke with, the small moments that stayed with me — written mostly so that one day my boys can understand what those days felt like for the people who live here.

These entries follow the events as they unfolded, beginning on the day when the river first began to climb its banks.