One of my biggest motivators, values, interests whatever you want to call it is travel. Whether it is jet-setting across the Atlantic heading to Europe, the Pacific ocean headed to Australia, driving the mountains for our ski holiday, seeing wine country spread from my passenger seat in the Okanagan or California, riding a ferry to spend…
Our last few days in Porto flow easily into one another as we finish off with three different Port tours as well as a visit to the Bolsa Palace near the river bank. We take walks along the river’s edge in the sunlight taking in the city that we called home for a month in…
We prepare for our trip south and we are packed into one backback before jumping in a taxi and then on a train within an hour. As we settle into our seats we smile at each other that being the well seasoned travellers that we are it takes no time to fill a bag with…
Our second to last week in Porto is filled with all the familiar rituals of daily life. Of waking in white sheets and bringing her into our bed so she can crawl and explore to her heart’s content while we wipe the sleep from our eyes. Of laundry tumbling then being hung to dry, playtimes…
When I think about our time in Porto, it seems almost a blur. A delightful glorious blur of moments and events that honestly have no particular meaning other than we are doing exactly what we set out to do. We are living our lives, as we would live it in Vancouver, but in a new city….
