For work, I travelled to Portugal from the 11th to 18th of April.
I have always been bad about taking pictures on trips like this, mostly because I don’t want to miss the present moment fiddling with my phone.
When a view moves me, I want to be present with it. I want to let the light dance over my own retinas and to enjoy the bubbling feeling the moment creates inside of me.
Then I get home and I wish I had more photos.
For this trip, I tried to find a balance between the two.
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[wpvideo pL6HDsH6] Even though I published this post on June 18th, I backdated it to April as part of my quest to log my life in a more-or-less chronological order