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June writes. Teo takes the photos, and used to make sound effects for radio plays (breaking bones? Snapped celery). Pip, 2, is in charge. Slow trips from Bristol.
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The list we wish we'd had: what earned its place in the bag over three weeks, and the eleven things that came home unused.

What the whole trip cost, what we'd change, and the flight home, during which Pip was perfect and I was not.
White sand, clear water, no cars and no shops, forty minutes by boat from Vigo, and you need the government's permission to go. It is worth the paperwork.

Pilgrims walk for a month to get here. We drove for four hours with a toddler and felt we had earned it more.

Two and a half hours from Porto to Pinhão, along a river so beautiful the train seems to slow down out of respect.

Teo left Porto when he was nine. He came back with a wife, a daughter, and the strong belief that everything was smaller.

A fairytale palace on top of a mountain, reached by a bus that drives like it is being chased by one.

Lisbon is built on seven hills, and our flat was at the top of the steepest one. A love letter, with complaints.
