Personal playground of Moses Mehraban.
Portugal, Spain, and France
One month. Three countries. Six cities.
Lisbon welcomed us first.
Ancient trams.
Colorful tiles.
Hills that made our calves burn and our hearts sing.
A few days wasn't enough. Never is.
Then Sevilla claimed us.
For 2.5 weeks we explored narrow streets where orange trees lined the way.
We lived there. Not visited.
The difference matters.
Ronda split the earth open.
A town perched on a cliff. A bridge across reality.
You look down and understand what it means to feel small.
Baza. Caving it.
The kind of place people forget to visit.
Their loss.
Granada held us for a week.
Alhambra's palaces. Sierra Nevada's shoulders.
Where history and beauty intersect.
Valencia mixed old and new.
Medieval gates and space-age architecture.
Time travel exists. We may have just found it.
Paris said goodbye.
Cousins reunited.
Parks, Croissants, and ooooo overpriced coffee.
Worth every euro.
One month.
One month away from home. A lifetime of memories with our three little bundles.
