cabo da roca

Reaching the west end of the Eurasian Continent, I saw the blue sea, just like the sea I used to see in somewhere. It may be like the one I saw at the beach in Nice, France, muuu, no, it's not. Not like my favorite sea I had seen in my home country for 18 years. It's hard to say how the Atlantic was like what I had in my mind. Anyway, I kept seeing the Atlantic, thinking that several years ago, I used to see the opposite direction of the sea from Boston, USA. Coming to here, I took a local bus. The driver made his local bus speedy as if he enjoyed kinds of his newly created motor sports, or roller coaster in his amusement park.

Here was Roca, I came here from Sintra.