Here are some photos from Lisbon Airport in Portugal. Fif and I only stayed in this city for no longer than 2 hours but I could feel a change. From the airplane window I could see the red clay rooftops and the subdued elegance of Europe. I've decided to split my posts from Italy in small compartments of my memory. Lisbon was definitely my first.
I remember holding my first euros,
walking around aimlessly, and watching the sky slowly gradiate to morning.
I even remember the incredibly new language that my ears were so unaware of.
Lisbon in general, I was so unaware of.