Light musings on traveling to Europe as a want to be photographer

For the second time in my life, and somehow the second time this year, I found myself in Europe. This time for not one wedding, but two. And tacked onto he end I added some work travel.

While here, I realized a few things. A few different things while I moved through five different countries over the course of two weeks. Each seemed like a whole different world, and each pulled something unique out of me.

I start in Portugal. But not anywhere culturally significant, a 5 start resort. A land somehow even more foreign to me than the world outside the walls of the hotel, yet still so familar. This resort could have been sucked up and dropped in California for all I knew. A vacuum of the world I am at least somewhat familiar with.

Did I have a good time? Hell Yea!
But I didn’t experience anything of Portugal. Which was okay because I was too busy chugging wind and dancing with some old friends.

on to the next, Barcelona