I always watch people taking the same photograph of statues or buildings - hundreds of the same image with mildly different lightings and qualities. I’m happy to see someone turn that into something beautiful. 

http://www.fastcodesign.com/1669861/famous-landmarks-seen-through-the-eyes-of-hundreds-all-at-once#5

Portugal was pretty, so so pretty. We stayed in the middle of nowhere: one fish monger, one general store and one goat cheeserie. Many many sheep. I ran a half-marathon. Actually, I was late to a half-marathon, the gun went off as I fumbled with my number and people yelled at me in portuguese. For the last kilometer, a sweet old man running on the beach joined me for support. He ran circles in front of me to keep at my barely-above-walking pace and gave me a thumbs up as I turned to cross the finish line. Thank you sweet old man wherever you are. 

I miss the smell of Azóia already. It was full of pine. It took me back to Waldron sand flats.