Note: This blog is written in English but my native language is Portuguese. Sorry if you find typos, funny phrase constructions or odd sentences. And by the way, thanks for reading it!
After almost three years I went back home again, well, It’s not quite home anymore but I’ll get back into that later. First, a little bit of context.
In November of 2013 I left Portugal and moved to South Africa for, lets put it like this, reasons of the heart and since then a lot of things happened. I got married, had a daughter, opened a business, moved countries again and started my photography journey. Not really in this order but that’s not important right now.
My last memories of Portugal weren’t exactly the happiest ones. The country was going through a severe economic crisis and that wasn’t just a mere statistic statement. It was tangible and visible wherever you looked at. Times were difficult and you could feel and see it in people’s faces.
One of the best things about this recent trip was to notice that those times are apparently gone. The country has a different energy today. Things are slowly getting into place and most important, the people recovered their pride.
Is this getting to cheesy? So lets move on!
The plan was fairly simple, a two-week trip along with my daughter, to visit family and a few old friends. It was simple on paper but traveling alone with a two and half-year old toddler will never be a simple thing. NEVER!
With a void of five years to fill and a little toddler around my pants most of the time, there wasn’t a lot of spare time available for going out and shoot but we do what we can and I still managed to go out a few times. I just wasn’t prepared for a hurricane but more on that later.
First stop was Lisbon or to be more precise, Alfarim, a small village an hour away to the south. The idea was to enjoy the last Summer days that usually October offers in this side of the world but instead a hurricane warning was issued just two days after our arrival.
And what can we do when a hurricane warning is issued? Obviously go out and shoot!
On the day of the arrival of the hurricane Leslie I went out early in the morning to the seaside and when I got there everything seemed to be as normal as always. Rough waves for sure but apart from that just another beautiful morning with a few fishermen by the water, no wind and some surfers checking the swell.
In the end Leslie wasn’t to bad and after a couple of days the good weather come back just in time of my second part of the trip – Porto.
Porto is deeply attached to my memories because I grew up here and later, after living ten years in Lisbon, I returned to the city due to work motives. In total almost twenty years living in this magnificent city. Porto is really something special and I recommend everyone that travels to the country to visit Porto and the Northern region. It has a unique landscape and arguably one of the most picturesque urban layouts that can be found in Europe. It is that beautiful.
I miss Portugal, I really do and even though it’s no longer home and probably will never be home again it still feels as such sometimes.
Fujinon 50mm f2