How my first time at the ocean made me a runner.
The first time ever I got to see the Atlantic ocean (or any ocean) was in 2011 in Portugal. It was also just my second flight ever and the first and so far only time I was flying alone. My boyfriend stayed in Portugal for 4 weeks and I joined for the last 2 weeks because sadly I couldn’t take more time off from work.
We stayed in a small tepee at a campground in Ericeira because I don’t really like tents too much and it was really cheap.
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