The smell of fresh fish being grilled filled the air with a soft ocean breeze. While the sky was turning pink, ripe tomatoes, lemons, peppers and other berries were forming the most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen. Early evening diners in my grandpa’s garden have always been a colourful, timeless moment.
Wild, intact Portuguese beaches have never failed to fill me up with peace and comfort. It was in Vila do Conde, 30 minutes North of Porto that shades of pink in the horizon reflected on a quiet stretch of sand. As dusk approached, the heavens embraced the calmness of a purple ocean. The gentle wind from these smooth uncontrolled waves has never ceased to hold me back out of time.
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