After having visited Sintra on Friday we headed for the westernmost point in Europe, Cabo da Roca. I learn something new about myself each time I go somewhere new, and that day it was how easily the sea gets me carried away with amazement. Thinking that somebody could look at the horizon back in the olden days, and visualize an entirely new world puzzles me endlessly.What on earth was going through their heads before they decided to cross that sea?
It was the perfect thing to do at the end of a perfect day.
(The last photo is, by the way, my lovely new friend Paulina with whom I practiced my rusty Polish with that day.)