Flashback to August and September of 2010 that was spent in Santiago de Compostela, where life began to be plagued with why-nots, one of them being a spontaneous trip to Porto.
I have vague memories of the place. All I remember was the food and alcohol being really cheap, its buildings adorned with white and blue tiles – also known as azulejos (thanks, Google) – that will make you stop and stare like the tourist that you are and catching breathtaking sunsets: one, during our boat ride on the river Duoro and two, during the train ride home with the sun descending upon the horizon as we sped along the coast. Sadly, there is no evidence of the latter but that was true story.
Some photos from my old trusty camera:
LEN AND THE LENS 