Quickie

Sunday was a sad day, not many pictures taken. And certainly no time taken for it, it was a race against time. Lost.

But there were so many portugese waiting for their team to drive past, on every rest stop and every bridge on the highway, I had to try to snap some through the dirty windows.

The dirty windshield reflects well the daze I was in.

Mum died.

Shit.

Those colorful happy people helped a little as the miles went by.