I’d always wanted to go to Portugal and snapped this picture the first moment I could when we crossed over.
Try some local wines while paying a visit to Porto, Setúbal, Braga, Algarve and many other Portuguese cities alongside exploring urban architecture, both modern and antique.
Much to my surprise, what I had thought would be a sort of never ending, round the world holiday, had suddenly become mired down in love –
Don’t read anything about the country of place you are going to. That way you won’t understand the culture, the traditions, the history, the climate, or anything else. You will be able to have a completely one dimensional experience.
If the weather had been nice, I would have been tempted to spend a lot of time in San Sebastion and Biarritz both.
Why in the world would we call a city Lisbon when the inhabitants call it Lisboa? It’s like calling New York, New Yark.