Vida Na Praia: Cascais

Thank you for such a warm response to my previous post, guys! I want to make it less about me/fashion this time around and tell you a little bit about the trip itself or our first day in Portugal in this case.

Most of those who have been following me for longer time have probably gained from some of the indirect posts that I am not together with the Father of my son, for nearly three years now, to be precise. Nevertheless, a big part of my boy's family lives in Portugal. We have only been there once in 2010 when he was two years old so if some of you may remember that trip, he certainly didn't. It was about time I took him back to say 'Olá' to his Portuguese/Angolan Cousins, Uncles and Aunties.

We'd just returned to London from Estonia when this trip came up so after re-packing the suitcases during a sleepless night, we have arrived to Lisbon the next morning, looking rather messy! First things first, we headed to Colombo to get it taken care of.

Nope, I don't think this was how he imagined the beginning of his holidays.

By the time I was done with my beauty fix too (hairdressers, manicures and all these things are [relatively] inexpensive in Portugal so it only made sense to take the advantage of it whilst there), it was already an early evening. Fresh and revived we finally made our way somewhere a little more exciting- a beach; Cascais in particular.

Luckily, main holiday season was over by that time in September so there was barely a soul around. Heavenly ♥

This idea was clearly met with more enthusiasm and I was excited for his excitement; after all, the trip was for him to enjoy!

And so we took our shoes off and gave in.

I honestly think people living close by the beach (in a warm country, preferably!) are the luckiest. I hope you appreciate it if you do! You better.

It's fun but most importantly it's amazingly therapeutic. I mean, how can one worry about everyday problems in a place like this? Pure relaxation and tranquility.

I wore my angelic TFNC dress because it felt wrong having something complex or restraining on. I felt like somewhat a mermaid wrapped up in a sea foam or some sort whilst there, with playful ocean breeze in the layers of my dress and my hair. This illusion was immediately ruined as I returned home and looked through the photos only to realize I rather looked like a midget octomom (thanks to my 5'4'' and a wide design of the dress).

For that reason we will do with a small selection of photos of myself.

While shooting these, we were approached by a humble sweet girl who'd recognize my son and myself from the blog. It was probably a bigger surprise to me given the fact it's quite a small blog!

Still adore these Grey Comma brogues for Summer. Having had previously had dinner elsewhere, we headed for some puddings and cocktails with a view before calling it a night.