Sintra

Forrest, Orla and myself caught the train this morning to Sintra, where I'm staying for a few days, hoping to do some running and writing and decompress after the last few crazy weeks. I'm owed some time to myself. I said goodbye to them early evening, when they left to catch their flight home.

Before then we explored the Castle of the Moors, high above the town. It's one mighty impressive castle. Staggering to think it's a thousand years old. I was a bit worried by the heaving mass of people here by day, before discovering that they pretty much all leave by the evening. I enjoyed a very quiet night. It was bliss.