Portugal - A Stolen Moment
The beach was crowded and dirty, we ended up sat too near the bins with no view of the ocean.
During a recent visit to Lisbon we took the train to Cais de Sodre and made our way to the seafront. The beach was crowded and dirty, we ended up sat too near the bins with no view of the ocean. After half an hour of being stoic and grateful for the sun, knowing it was raining back in England, we decided to take a taxi to a different beach along the coast. We weren’t entirely sure where to head but clambered into the taxi and asked the driver for a recommendation. The drive turned into a mini tour as he pointed out local landmarks and made suggestions of where to visit, along with a potted history of several places. His pride in his home town was apparent and inspiring; if only we’d met him earlier in our holiday. Eventually we reached his suggested beach: he told us where we should catch the bus back to town, charged us a minimal fare and continued on his way. The beach was breathtakingly beautiful, not crowded and wonderfully clean. Thanks to that particularly lovely driver, we spent the last day of our trip on a stunning beach, watching kite surfers and snoozing in the deliciously warming Portuguese sun.
This moment was stolen by L.D