Obrigado Portugal

  The morning brings new lands…and with them a long bus ride.  But fear not yee few who doth follow this madness, for yeah I say unto thee: I am bloody excited!  New adventures await and the voyage will soon accelerate in both distance and challenge. That is not to say, however, that I am happy to leave Portugal behind. On the contrary, this land of explorers and purveyors of the finest of fortified wines,

The (insert adjective) Romantic

“Lo! Cintra’s glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen. Ah me! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates, Who to the awe-struck world unlocked Elysium’s gates?” Lord Byron Byron was quite the fan of Sintra, and it requires no stretch of the imagination for me to understand why.    To

Saturated Sintra

Since it poured today and my clothes became saturated I thought, just for funsies, it would be fitting to saturate these photos.

Bons-why you ask?

Oye vey.  The transit today was a highly stressful affair, made all the more painful by a poor night’s sleep.  A well tagged, single-car train bore me from Nazaré, and the sea, to the royal hills of Sintra.   It was one of those days which feel like I’m cutting against the grain; misaligned in some subtle yet significant way so that every action requires more energy than it should and adds ache to any injury.