it's kind of hard to write a post about something that happened a few months ago. I wasn't quite in the mood for writing. still aren't, probably, but here i am.
the first thing that struck me when i saw lisbon from the air is how pretty it is. i was literally excited to see green stuff, and to know that the not too far away, just a few hours, actually, is my home.
the first thing that struck me when i landed was how small and not busy the biggest airport in the country was.
Portugal is, i think, a faded version of what used to be Portugal. is small, it's old, it's old-fashioned, and there isn't much renewing about it. it can be charming, but at the same time very sad. in european standards, this country is way behind. people are catholic, conservative, and don't like strangers.
in the airport i got a little black car and started driving around. at first i checked sintra, and then decided to drive all the way to the south. check out the beaches, why not.
I reached albufera, and was excited to finally touch the Mediterranean again, but then i realized, it's actually the atlantic. portugal actually doesn't have any Mediterranean beaches, which could explain the freezing cold waters and the relatively good waves.
so i kept going to sevilla, waiting to see what i will come up with
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