Friends, it is Friday and I’ve spent most of the day editing photos from our trip to Portugal for our anniversary, which is to say that my brain is fried, so this post is very compost-y.
This year was a big anniversary, and to celebrate that, plus making it through two years of super minimal travel, we spent a week hiking through the Algarve, staying three nights in the teeny tiny town of Burgau, followed by three nights in the surfing village of Sagres. There are numerous fisherman’s trails that run through the entire region, which is technically a national park, and the system of trails is called the Rota Vicentina. It is considered the south-western-most point in Europe and it feels like being at the end of the world.
We did shorten one of our days of hiking to go on a sea kayaking adventure. We spent a lot of time walking on top of the cliffs, so we wanted to be able to get the other view of the cliffs from the ocean.
Going to places that still exist outside of the rushed pace of the rest of the world and have loads of walking trails for running away from the crowds is where I feel most human. The cliffs made me feel small and insignificant, and being reminded of my limits and that the earth moves in its own ways and has its own timeline and that nature has its very own language makes me feel wild and free.
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