Moonwalking in Porto

Porto in pastels, port in hand.

We took a day trip to this colorful gem, wandered the steep streets, ate buttery seafood, and sipped port.

We climbed the 45 meter tall Dom Luís I Bridge for the views… and that’s when I discovered a new fear. Not heights. Not falling. Just the crippling anxiety of my shoes flying off and plummeting into the river below.

So I did what any totally rational adult would do: I refused to lift my feet and moonwalked(?) forward across the bridge like a nervous penguin. Wille was deeply entertained.

This drawing is for those rooftops, that very dramatic day, and all the beauty I somehow still noticed between cautious shuffles.

Do you have any weird fears? 😱