That Girl With A Camera

Macau. My Home. The place in the world where it feels most like Home to me. Where I was born and lived until I was 9 years old. Despite having lived most of my life in Lisbon, Macau will always feel like Home. A happy place. I returned to Macau for the first time in 2016. I spent 17 years dreaming of my return. After a very emotional return, I wasn't expecting the second time to feel the same. But it did. Just as emotional, just as wonderful and all I could've wanted. I was Home. I didn't sightsee as much as the first time, mostly it was a time to relax. But I was back and happy. Witnessing the portuguese heritage in Macau. Albus demanded I take him to the Ruins of St. Paul's Church. Alleyways with mixed architectural elements.  Temple and incense.  Last time I visited, this temple was already closed. Finally, I did get in and look around. Not that I am a fan of casinos, but The...

Follow my blog with Bloglovin And time has come to say goodbye to Japan. This is the final post, about our final day. We reserved a very special trip for the last day. The four us took Albus to see Nikko. And these are some of the photographs we took. Up to this point, we followed the traditional trail. We saw a trail that would lead us to a waterfall and thought "Why not?". Looks like the setting of a Tolkien book. The day didn't end well. The weather suddenly changed and it started raining and we heard way too many thunders.  As we hurried back to the station, on foot and without anything that could resemble a raincoat, the group got separated. Boys went on ahead and girls stayed behind. A car stopped and a middle aged japanese man invited Mariana and I to get in, to take cover. The scenario seems frightening and I didn't tell my parents about this until I was bac...