28 years ago I spent time in a quaint little town, called Albufeira in the south of Portugal. Whilst I was there, I sent home some postcards as I did from all the places I visited during my travels. I sent this beautiful postcard to my Gran, perfectly depicting where I was. For some or other reason she kept this card and when she passed away, my Mom kept it and she found it other day and sent it to me.

It gave me goosebumps.

I felt quite nostalgic reading my younger-self words on the back. Full of the joy of travelling the world and being in a place close to paradise. I was happy. Although at that time, I wasn’t an artist, I was blown away by the level of creativity and the artisan way of life everywhere you looked. I was captivated. I bought a lot of creative things to send home, some of which I still have.

In my card, I said… “it looked like a beautiful life and I sure would like to go back one day”. Little did I know that it would take me almost 3 decades to be head back.

I’ll be back in Portugal in October 2024, more about that soon.