I usually write about Australia. Not this time. I am about to tell you about a forgotten love, that recently urged in me. I am madly in love with Europe’s western most and sunniest capital – Portugal.
I know it can been seen as a bit biased being my own country, but since becoming a migrant I found Portugal extremly lovable and charming.
I spent almost 3 weeks visiting family and friends and exploring my country. The sheer beauty of Portugal is amazing.
The tiny cobblestones streets, that now I really admire, usually open onto a cafe-lined and church filled square. Lisbon has great depth, history and personality!
An ambundance of large historic monuments makes you realise that there is a long history to this great city that I grew up in.
But in such a small country, it is easy to drive around and experience a little bit of everything. From the cosmoplitan Lisbon and Porto to the little fishing villages in between, the bell towers.. I just fell in love with the winding streets that lead you to castles and palaces set above an amazing coastline.
Portugal is known for it’s tasty food. It’s like eating a fancy buffet, where you get to taste everything you have ever wanted to eat.
More, this place is a photographer’s heaven. Even being my own country I went crazy clicking every second. Portugal is vibrant, full of detail and colour.
Even with all its beauty Portugal, is not a noisy tourist destination. I always recommend it, although deep inside I have this secret wish that tourists don’t start to overflow my dear Portugl.