This city, Porto, is rich in color. The portuguese language is throaty and unexpected and beautiful. The people we met were kind and hardworking. Seeing a glimpse of Emily's life has me feeling thankful as I have imagined it for a long time. I shook it's hand. I saw her real sunny smile. I hugged her tight and that made the travel worth it. While I wouldn't recommend traveling with a toddler alone, I also couldn't regret such an experience. Bea and Emily met. That makes me very happy. I'll always remember our days in Porto together, three girls hanging out, walking the Douro river, watching a woman sing Fado, drinking pingos, chasing pigeons, admiring drying laundry, hearing portuguese compliments for my daughter. We ate green melon, cheese sandwiches, and octopus, especially Bea. We watched a duck waddle in her backyard and cats leap from orange rooftops. I hope you like the pictures.
