Earlier this week, our guest blogger Mark wrote about his eye-opening experience visiting Lisbon alone and with no preconceptions. Being the nostalgic, gentle soul that I am, I couldn’t help but get a little misty-eyed and sentimental about my own time spent in the weird and wonderful country of Portugal. I haven’t been to Lisbon yet, but I’ve written several times about my infatuation with the second largest Portuguese city, Porto (or Oporto, if you want to get fancy). I dream of going back — and I might sooner rather than later if there’s time during my upcoming trip to Madrid — but in the meantime, I have a buttload of photos of Porto from my previous visit to look at when I’m feeling wanderlustful.
Since I’m getting all verklempt remembering those youthful days frolicking around Europe with my friends (sigh…) I’ll just let the pictures of Porto speak for themselves:
Gosh, after looking at those I feel almost as despondent as that (possibly homeless) man on the industrial beach in Porto. Have you ever visited a destination that leaves you intensely nostalgic when you think back on it? Let us know in the comments and we can commiserate.