If you are in Lisbon, make sure you get to Cabo da Roca. It’s only rocks, you might say. But they are magnificent rocks that happened to occupy a truly mind-blowing spot.
Mind-blowing? Yeah, wind is gonna blow in your face so hard that both your mind and your camera might get slightly confused. I literally couldn’t get a picture that wouldn’t be totally blurry. The wind was tossing the camera in my hand! And I’m a photoblogger, who is supposed to know how to deal with these things. Huh.
Hold on to your gear, because, you guys, no matter how windy it gets, you won’t stop taking pictures. It’s just too beautiful. You will have to capture it. The fact that it’s been photographed gazillion times before won’t matter. It actually never does, right?
Cabo da Roca is the most western point of Europe. This is where the old, good continent starts, and where it ends. All you can see from there is azure blue water and a promise of faraway lands.
Sometimes I argue that borders only exist in the people’s minds, but, when I get to stand in a place like Cabo da Roca, I suddenly believe in them. They are like gates, places of natural transition, and points of change. They exist, but their meaning belongs to us. We form it. We are the ones who decide if they are a beginning, or rather an end.
Scroll down, see the images and decide. Or just make a wish.