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...

Guess what? The following photos portrait my return to the place I call home: after seventeen years I got to set foot in Macau!! The journey was long and tiring. First a long taxi ride, then a long train ride, and then another train, another taxi and finally.... I could smell the familiar scent of the water and jetfoil fuel... I was almost home! ❤️ How to get there? Beer, money and a first class seat. Can you even tell I was excited? First meal back home! Yummyyyy ❤️ And then we went clubbing because "there ain't no rest for the wicked". After clubbing, what do you do? Sightseeing. Enjoy the views without the crowds. Sunrise at Forte da Guia. Followed by perfect shots at the Ruins of St. Paul. Time to sleep a little, recover some energies and.... FOOD!!! My level of excitement was beyond the charts, I forgot to take pictures of the rest of the food. Ups. Kun-Yam Goddess Statue A-ma Cultural Village There's always time for goofy photos. View of the river and beach. A-m...