The roar of the Atlantic. The smell of wild thyme, rosemary and sea salt. Green hills dotted with violet, blue, magenta, and yellow. Cerulean skies with white wisps of clouds that form elongated fish.
The wind in your hair, the sun on your face. A loved one's laugh.
I'll say it again: Portugal is intoxicating. Now, Spring in Portugal...
My, oh my.
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