When my plane landed in Portugal the weather was a bit stormy and unstable. I was dreaming of sun and the first signs of Springtime but the weather report had not been very reassuring.

I went to stay with my sister who lives in the countryside in the outskirts of Lisbon for the first two nights. The fields looked green and lush but the sky was covered in clouds.

Springtime in PortugalIn the morning everything was covered in fog, from the terrace I could hardly grasp the olive grove ahead. I feared the worst but then slowly the blanket of fog lifted and there it was, the most glorious sun bringing it all back to life.

Springtime in PortugalPortugal is after all the European country with the most sunny days per year. Temperatures rose and when we went for lunch at the Casal Branco vineyards (which just celebrated 200 years of wine producing), there it was, springtime in all its glory.

From the monogamous Stork couple in their huge nest anxiously awaiting the arrival of their offspring to the baby swallows already training their flight, signs were everywhere.

Springtime in Portugal

Springtime in PortugalLooking further afield, trees were starting to bloom. There were flowery scents all around, a good combination together with the scents of the Portuguese olive oil, olives, ham and cheese that we started with. These earthy flavours always make me feel I’m being welcomed home once again.

Springtime in Portugal

Springtime in PortugalSpringtime in PortugalBeing back with my sisters and walking together among the olive trees and the blooming colourful fields makes me happy. We talked like it was just yesterday we had seen each other. Spring is definitely here and this is home.

Springtime in Portugal

Maria

Maria

Welcome! Through my photography and my travels, you will discover the people I have encountered and the places that will stay with me forever. In this crazy new reality we seem to be living, it is even more important to be grateful for all the people who have crossed our path and touched us in same way. As for all the old and new stones, they can live in our imaginary for now, waiting, when the time is right again ...

Leave a Reply

error: Content is protected !!