Here is where mainland Europe reaches its furthest point out in the sea and the cold Atlantic battles the cliffs of Portugal.
Remains of an old fort built to defend Portugal slowly crumble into the ocean.
It's easy to see why some people call this place "where the land ends and the sea begins." It is the perfect mix of rocks, beach, and waves.
On our way back to Lisbon, we passed through Cascais, a small little sea-side town. Here in the cliffs along the beach is a cavern called Boca do Inferno, Hell's Mouth. So called because the waves beat here so hard that if you were caught down in this cave, I guess it would be like being in hell. Maybe?
The quaint hamlet of Cascais, Portugal. Lighthouse, cliffs, ocean, sky. What more do you need?
Mrs. Albania's husband and Mr. Point looking up at us.
I have always thought the ocean was the perfect backdrop for a picture. Smile Matt!
After leaving Cascais, we drove along the coast back to Lisbon where we passed this Portuguese fortress where people were body surfing in the waves breaking on shore.
We traveled back to the port in Lisbon. By the time we arrived, the sun had begun to set, treating us to this beautiful display of color. A spectacular canvas for the Cristo Rei (Christ the King) statue to look down over all of Lisbon.
We embarked on the ship and went to the back decks to get one last glimpse of Portugal. We were speechless as we silently slipped back into the Atlantic, watching the evening sky awash in flame like brushes of color.
As beautiful as that sunset was, it was not my favorite moment in Portugal.
I think this one was. Sitting on a rocky coast in the sun, ocean wind whipping our hair, smiling into the camera, surrounded by my favorite people in the world.
Up next, Valencia, Spain!
Want to read about the first part of our day in Portugal? Click HERE!