Feelings are a funny thing. You go out of your way sometimes to forget about them or, at least, place them so far at the back of your mind with every intention of not ever having to think about them for a long time and yet somehow, they still have a way of pressing so hard that ignoring them becomes an impossible option. This is not to say that Pintô triggered my emotions, no. Thing is, it happened to be where I was when my subconscious decided it was time to process a few neglected ones. Perfect timing right? So, aside from every beautiful thing I saw there, I will always remember the place as a sort of venue for reflection (for obvious reasons). But never mind that for now...
