A lost place


Yesterday was an interesting day. Spent the day at my grandma’s house with her and my aunt, but before we got there we went to a place that I’d never hear before. It was about midday in a beautifully colourful and almost spring morning. It is called “A fonte da Barroquinha”, which translated from Portuguese means “the fountain of Barroquinha”, and this place has a cultural and historical meaning, or more like of a tale. It’s said that on a sunny day, the king was resting with his horse and said out loud how something like “Damn this horse that does not give a kick to this rock until it makes water to fill.”* And that’s where the fountain came from.

Of course, this is a tale, and to me, it’s not what matters the most in this blog post. What makes me wonder is how incredibly busy our lives sometimes are that we don’t actually see simple this that have always been present and are around us. To this day, I had never heard of this calming and beautiful place. It’s so great when we stop and just enjoy simple this like a landscape, a sound, a smell, a feeling.

*since I’m translating from Portuguese this may not make the most sense, so I apologise for that.

Hope you enjoyed the simple pictures I took and this little story, have a great day!