A Little Wild, a Little Golden

It doesn’t matter whether it’s your first time in Portugal or your fifth — there’s always something to be amazed by. And when it’s your fifth, like it was for Ann Hryhorieva, you already know where the magic hides… but it still surprises you anyway.

We started our three-hour adventure in the hush of Sintra’s forest — where the light trickled through the trees and the air smelled like moss and stories. Ann moved through it like a character from an old fairytale, all soft strength and quiet joy.

From there, we wandered into the charm of Sintra town — tiled walls, curved streets, pastel corners that seemed painted just for us. We didn’t rush. Just followed curiosity and laughed our way through sunlit frames.

And then, Cabo da Roca. Wind in our hair. Sunset melting into the ocean. That golden kind of silence where you don’t need words to feel it all.