Follow us around Portugal 2014

Sightseeing and wandering around Portugal. Started from Lisbon, followed by a car trip to Porto and then finishing the week in magical Porto.

A week to remember. With amazing architecture, sea food, wine, coffee and pastries.

Recommending the country to everyone who're looking for a sweet getaway, friendly faces, warmth and dreamy afternoons. 

Few photos KaisssaPhoto

City morning

“I seek for your attention, hoping that when your eyes wander around the room, they may stick on me. Or just see me.”

I've stopped waiting for the weekends. I've stopped waiting for the future.

I've finally started focusing on the 24 hours. 

Make them count. And you don't have to worry about the places, things and people ahead of you. 

The right vibes are coming. 

Missing Nepal

People keep asking me: "Can I see your travel pictures?" "Where are all the pictures?" "Why are there only few?" "Don't you have like a massive slideshow to present us?" "Why the heck you didn't do a lot of photos?"

Only thing I can do is hopefully and somehow make you understand... The most beautiful pictures are the ones that've never been taken.

Here's the thing -

no one exist until you meet them. 

Reunited. For a short time. My German sister. Forever.

Can't describe the joy this girl brings me. She is the definition of happiness, style and passion. She's my season of Sex and the City. She's dancer of life and lover of great company. She knows how to value presents but always looks the secrets of tomorrow. She is laughter and joy. She is herself.

Flying over hometown

Don't live the same year 75 times and call it a life.. 

(I sometimes panic when I remember the fact that there's so much to do and so little time. But then I luckily realise that every things comes in its own time.)

Latch

Puudujatele. 

Meil kõigil on inimesi - kaugel ja lähedal, kellega oleme jaganud midagi ilusat.

Ilusaid situatsioone. Ilusaid tundeid. Ilusaid naerupurskeid. Ilusaid pilke. 

See seisneb mälestustes. Mitte kurbades. Vaid nendes mälupiltides inimestest, kes on olnud üks hetk nii lähedal meie hingele, õnnelikkusele ja tõele. See on "bittersweet." Olete õnnelikud, et see juhtus. Ja samas tunnete seda valu. Valu ja tänulikkus, kui inimene ei viibi enam teiega samas linnas. Kui inimene ei viibi enam teie elus. Kui inimene viibib teiega ühes ruumis, kuid see miski, mis oli, on nüüd puudu. Kui inimene võib lebada teie kõrval ja te lihtsalt meenutate mälestusi, mida koos läbi elasite. 

Põhinedes mälestustele. 

Eelkõige mälufotodele.

Siirale õnnelikkusele.

Ja nüüd tõele otsa vaatamisele. Siirale igatsusele.  

Aitäh, et te tutvustasite mulle inimesi, keda ma ei tea. Aitäh, neid kirjeldamast nii selgelt ja elavalt. Aitäh, et olite endaga aus. Aitäh, et jagasite oma ausust minuga. Aitäh, et lasksite endal olla haavatavad ning ei varjanud oma tundeid kellegi eest. Aitäh, et andsite mulle rohkem, kui ma palusin.
Ma ei nutnud kurbusest ega rõõmust. Ma nutsin siirusest teie vastu. Iga üks teist kannab endaga kaasas mingit maagilist sisemaailma, kuhu me ust ei leia. Te purustasite täna mitte lihtsalt enda ja minu vahel ukse... vaid eelkõige te vaatasite ausalt otsa endale ning lubasite langetada oma müüri iseenda ees. Iseenda ja oma tunnete ees. Iseenda ja tõe ees.
Kõik individuaalid maalisid omanäolise loo. Ometi me vormisime ka loo koos. Inimene on inimene. isegi, kui me kõik oleme nii erinevad ning mõtleme erinevatest inimestest ja situatsioonidest - Vaatamata kõigele sellele... oleme ja teame täpselt, kui sarnaselt me võime olla.
Ruum oli täis energiat, mida ei saa lihtsalt niisama tekitada. Te panite oma energia liikuma. Te tekitasite sellega eufooria, kus isegi kõige kinnistema hingede uksed said murtud.
Ma loodan, et te saite osa minust. Ning osa teineteisest. Sest mina sain osa teist. Ma sain aru, et ma ei ole oma mõtetega üksi. Ma ei ole kaugeltki mitte ainus, kes on midagi sellist kogenud. Loodan, et te saite ka tükikese endast tagasi, mida olete hoidnud varjatuna.
Aitäh, julguse eest.
Aitäh, pisarate eest.
Aitäh, et olete ilusad. Isiksused. Energiad. Hinged.

Don't date a girl who travels

Traveling is like flirting with life. It's like saying, I would stay and love you, but I have to go...

All the trekkers you meet are your friends. They greet you like friends, they are interested in you like friends and they give you the sincerest smile when you pass them. The amount of friends you get - not knowing their name and nationality - is outrageous. If you are willing to open up yourself and give away good vibes, you will get even better vibes back. Somehow you will remember their faces, maybe not all - but you have seen them all. You will remember the feeling they gave you. You will remember the feelings you felt during an upsurge, rainy weather, never-ending fight with leeches or sometimes even on a sunny afternoon. Thoughts about life, home, nature and relationships are constantly on your head while you walk. But you don't over-think. Everything that comes in to your mind will get clear. Every little worry will disappear. 

Trekkers are allowed to think their own thoughts. Nobody is judging them there. They have time. The absence of time and obligations are making them blissful. They could solve their biggest problems up there... or they could just enjoy the moment and let everything go. They can't be found and their thoughts can't be affected. 

Trekkers are your friends. Even if you don't know them and they don't want to be... they still are. They are going through the same things as you are. Humans are humans. You will realise that no matter what, we pretty much are the same. Not in a bad way. In a good way. In an extremely beautiful way.