Portugal - travel diary
Weeks of sleeping on beaches, showering in the sea and rolling ourselves in happiness.
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After leaving the festival grounds and heading to central Portugal, we enjoyed some days next to the little house that once belonged to my friend's parents.
We drove through a lot of areas showing traces of past forest fires and then, finally, made it to the Atlantic coast.
We slept on the soft dunes under the stars - when I woke up, I found everything covered in the most beautiful fog.
Colorful houses whereever we went - it made me dream of having a little house in Portugal one day, too.
Lisbon
The day we picked up a hitchhiker and he became our new friend
Another (and yet another) beach we called our home
Sleeping by the cliff near Cabo de São Vicente and nearly getting blown away by the wind (not recommended)
In our last days, we soaked up the golden light, tried to avoid getting hit by the sand on the beach and learned how people can be strange and wonderful and terrible at the same time.
Our little cave home
Bye bye from our happy feet...
...and happy hands.
