I can’t help myself. Portugal was really beautiful. Portugal was rustic and proud.

To watch the Atlantic roar and thunder from the “other side” was awe-inspiring. Did I mention we had never seen the Atlantic from the east before? Funny thought. I know it is a great big ocean, but there was something familiar and powerful about watching it roll in to Portugal – knowing its other half touches our home.

Above Sophia and I are walking in Cascais near the Marina and fortress.

Sintra.

Streets of Lisbon.

Hands down the most fun thing we did in Lisbon was to hire a Tuk-Tuk driver/guide. Hysterical.  Here was our ride.

What school looks like sometimes.

I mentioned in last post that I would NOT show photos of the most bizarre thing I have seen in a very long time… but here it is: The Bones Chapel in Evora. So completely grossed out right now.