In February, I traveled to the small town of Sesimbra in Portugal, which is about an hour south of Lisbon. I was a couple of months removed from my last job at a local college. Upon leaving that job, I felt liberated, as if I was taking my first breath after having my head held under water but the job itself had me feeling creatively bereft, like I was being held hostage and the ransom was everything that made me feel whole as a photographer and creative person. I planned the trip before leaving, feeling that I would need to do something that made me feel alive.
I had never traveled internationally before, so doing so completely alone was inherently a bit intimidating as someone who speaks zero Portuguese. Long story short, it was a beautiful and challenging trip, but that will be the last time I travel internationally alone. Here are a handful of images from my time there.
