Dream Trip 2008: March

Great Travel Moment

My first morning in Lisbon, there was a moment when I felt I had truly landed. I looked over my shoulder and felt history surround me. The edge of the river Tagus glistened into view. After the bustle of the international travel dance, time fell away. I felt myself slow to a more luxurious pace of absorption and felt Portugal, her cities, ports, roads and skies warm at my side. I wished I never had to leave, suddenly saddened I couldn't hold it all.