As a traveler, I often get sucked into the dark vortex of obsessing about pictures. Sometimes I spend more time looking at my phone than at my surroundings. Hours of editing, applying filters and timing when to post eat away at time I could be eating, drinking, and experiencing a place.

As convenient as it is to have a tiny camera in your pocket at all times, there’s something nostalgic about simpler times when we could travel and just soak in the moments, candidly laugh with our friends without worrying if we are capturing it correctly, and instantly flocking to social media to share.

Don’t get me wrong. I do all those things.. and often. But I find it tedious and wasteful and it definitely takes away from the joy of travel (for me anyway).

Thankfully, this trip was a game changer, thanks to our resident travel photographer and friend, Brooke. She dreamed up the idea of having a photographer capture the moments, allowing the rest of us to simply be present—no strings attached.

While I’m sure this trip would’ve been magical no matter what, thanks to Brooke, we were able to really immerse ourselves in the experience. Many of the girls in these photos will tell you they didn’t even know the camera was rolling, giving us a rare glimpse into the candid side of our Girls Trip—the laughs, the scenery, the newly formed friendships, and all the beautiful memories we made together.

Seville, Spain

We started our adventure in Seville, Spain. Our hotel straddled the banks of the Guadalquivir River and we went on a locally guided walking tour of the old town. Our guide Alba showed us the many juxtapositions of Seville—the Moorish architecture, the Jewish history, and the Catholic influence that remains today. We learned about many impressive women that played a role in making this city what it is today. We enjoyed a live flamenco show and ended most evenings on a picturesque rooftop somewhere—dancing, sipping sangria, and planting seeds in the soil of new friendships.

The Algarve, Portugal

From Spain, we made our way west to Portugal, to the Algarve coast. Along the way, we stopped at Cabrita Winery, a locally-owned and operated Vineyard. At Cabrita, it’s not about speed or mass production, it’s a slow, savory experience from start to finish, and one that can’t be rushed. Here, there are no shortcuts. Only the freshest locally-sourced products will suffice. Similar to the relaxed pace one experiences elsewhere in the Algarve, the grapes are in no hurry to mature. They take their time in the rich, arid soil, soaking in the Portuguese sun until they reach perfection. Much like the evolution of the vineyard itself, the wine is cared for delicately and intentionally—recipes and techniques that have been handed down for generations. Our host, Duarte took us on a tour of the vineyard, followed by a master class in the maturation and fermentation process. Finally, we enjoyed locally sourced charcuterie and a sampling of their four most famous wines. Needless to say, many of us came home with cases to enjoy later.

Our hotel was in Carvoeiro along the coast and it had the most beautiful uninterrupted cliffside that guests could hike. One direction took you into town where you could souvenir shop and eat at the most amazing restaurants, and the other direction took you to the beach. Many of us opted to stay at the hotel and enjoy the facilities because they were so relaxing. As you can see, we had the most amazing views you could ask for.

One of the funniest memories from this trip came on Wednesday. We had a boat tour planned to see the coastline and Portugal’s renown cliffside caves. When our driver dropped us off we had a little trouble finding the specific dock we were supposed to depart from as it wasn’t clearly marked and there were so many docks. The captain called and said if you aren’t here in one minute we are leaving without you. We took off in a mad sprint to the dock that wasn’t very funny at the time, but we all shared a good laugh at after-the-fact.

The tour itself was beautiful. There were so many amazing cliffs, each with unique features. The boat ride itself was really entertaining. We passed a nude beach, one of our travelers got pretend engaged, a few of us got a little seasick, while others took a dip in the beautiful water.

The town of Benagil was one of a kind. It’s vibrant buildings were so colorful and interesting even if they wreaked of the 1990s and Saved By The Bell reruns.

Lisbon, Portugal

From the coast, we headed north to the capital of Lisbon. I’ll be honest, I expected this to be my least favorite of all our stops, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Lisbon has so much charm and character and it absolutely stole our hearts. We met our guide, Angela, and promptly tasted Portugal’s most prized treasure, the pastel de nata pastries. These suckers are addictive. From there we took a walking tour through Lisbon’s winding streets and neighborhoods. We definitely put some miles on our feet this day, but we were rewarded with amazing views and delicious Ginjinha, a cherry liquor that is best enjoyed from an edible chocolate shot glass.

We spent the following day exploring the fairy tale town of Sintra. We took TukTuk rides up to the top of the mountain. Our first stop was Pena Palace, where our guide Angela gave us a first hand look at what life was like for the royals. Our visit coincided with the anniversary of their execution, making it a somewhat somber day to visit and walk in their footsteps. We spent the remainder of the day exploring the town of Sintra, shopping, eating, and of course enjoying more Ginjinha!

On our final day in Lisbon we took a walking tour of Belem where we saw preparations underway for a royal wedding. We walked along the water and marveled at some of the beautiful street art in the area. In the evening we went on a food tour where we sampled many local favorites like ham sandwiches and sardines! We ended the evening by honoring three very special travelers, Tammy, Yasmine, and Angela, who combined have traveled to 19 countries with Land + See Tours.

All in all it was a fantastic trip, and one that none of us will ever forget. It’s true what they say—girls really do run the world :)

Recently I was reading a novel by Ernest Hemingway called “The Sun Also Rises” in which a bunch of American ex-pats wander through Europe from city to city drinking and searching for a happiness they never truly find. It was a rather depressing read, and in the most Hemingway-ish way possible, the story, devoid of much textual details or conversational depth, has a hidden richness buried deep between the lines that would be easy to miss if one wasn’t careful. The basic human need to be loved and to feel adequate is found on each page. The superficial nature of their conversations showing their desire to avoid uncomfortable topics or to pretend that their ‘best’ self is their true self. Unpleasant, uncomfortable things happen, but are rarely ever talked about. I couldn’t help but see the parallels between these fictional characters and our own self-made portrayals of our lives on social media. We see the highlights of each other’s lives, or at least the parts we choose to put out there, but we don’t really interact. There is so much life that happens outside of these brief glimpses that often gets lost between the cracks. We like to lead with the good and pretend the bad doesn’t happen. With this missing human element of raw emotion and interaction, we are starting to lose touch with each other. I feel it most often when I share photos or stories of our tours with people that weren’t there. You can see a picture, or hear an account of a story, but if you weren’t there, there are large gaps that are missing. It’s hard to find the words to relay how it really was. We recently returned from a 12 day journey through the Spanish, French and Italian countryside with some of the best people I’ve had the privilege to know and I desperately want to be able to share the experience with those of you that weren’t there. I’ve shared pictures, I’ve invited you to join us in the future, but I haven’t given you a real taste of what this was like.

It’s hard. How do you describe in words an experience that’s only defined by the emotions it has sparked in you? Like how we struggled for four days to learn the names of everyone on our tour. We came from different parts of the country, we had different interests and we were all fighting jetlag, but we took it upon ourselves to learn everyone by name and have an introduction ceremony over dinner—a large feat for a group of 40 plus travelers. I’ve never laughed so hard as when, in an introduction, it was revealed that one traveler had been sneaking food onto the bus. Watching our animated bus driver Giovanni’s delayed reaction upon hearing this translated into Italian, with all his loud, boisterous hand-waving, was very comical, especially given his previous warnings about what would happen to us should we dare to attempt eating on the bus. In truth, he took it fairly well. He was everything we American’s stereotype the Italians to be. Once we watched him pull the bus onto the side of the road and jump out of the driver’s seat to give another bus driver, who had gotten stuck in a toll lane, a quick driving lesson. He looked him straight in the eye, waving with his arms and hitting himself on the head to make an “are you stupid?” gesture, all while shouting “Mama Mia!” Or the time our bus blew a tire and he was covered to his elbows in grease trying to fix it so we wouldn’t miss a moment more than we had to in his beautiful city. These are the moments you don’t see in the pictures. Sitting speechless on the beach in Nice as we stood in awe of the most beautiful sunset we’ve ever seen. There are no words for that. We couldn’t do anything but sit and look. And, like so many times in life, our silence said so much more than our words ever could. Together we were changed having seen the sun set on the opposite side of the world. We touched exhibits that the Spaniards had made for the blind—laying out the architecture of the city so they can experience with their hands what we were seeing with our eyes. We are now all connected, the blind, the seeing—anyone who has stood in that square or felt the smooth edges of the model city’s display. We’ve shared in something special together. Going to a bullfight in an effort to immerse yourself in the local culture only to bawl your eyes out when you realize the reality of what it entails. It made us fall even more in love with Barcelona when we learned that it is the only Spanish city that forbids bullfighting. I watched as a weary traveler requested to sit out the day of touring because she was tired. A few other travelers encouraged her to push through and while it was a tough day of walking to be sure, during that morning’s tour of Park Guell, she serenaded us with an a cappella version of “How Great Is Our God” that moved me to tears—a moment that would never have happened had she chosen to sit that day out. Sharing a collective laugh as someone drops a pile of birdseed beneath a couple French- kissing on a park bench. It quickly became a scene from an Alfred Hitchcock movie—one I’m sure the couple did not appreciate—but one that made us belly laugh and will be the source of many a “remember that time in Barcelona” story. One evening at dinner, while were still all getting comfortable with one another, the song “We Are Young” came on the radio. Slowly a couple people started mouthing the words until eventually every single one of us was shouting “So let’s set the world on fire!” at the top of our lungs, drawing stares from waiters and guests alike. I doubt I’ll ever be able to hear that song and not remember that night, over our pasta, bonding over a feeling. Playing musical chairs on the bus and basically drawing straws based on who was the most car sick for who got the privilege of the window seat. Passing around the magical French nausea medicine between the few of us who couldn’t handle the winding cliff side streets of Monaco without losing our lunches. Or the other feeling of sickness—realizing your brand new GoPro camera is nowhere to be found, and as much as you’d like to retrace your steps, it is time to leave for another country. Watching as people dared each other to order frog legs and escargot while in Provence and actually finding out that they loved it. Seeing walls come down and understanding start to form, one snail at a time! Eating the best gelato you’ve ever had in your entire life in a small gelateria in Florence, prompting the immediate purchase of one more for the road. Or the panic we collectively felt in the Sistine Chapel when we realized two of our travelers were no longer with us. The Vatican guards were shouting at the crowd and herding us through the exit door like cattle. It was a challenging situation for sure, but one that, once resolved, brought us all closer together as a group. Seeing people that mere days ago were strangers have genuine concern for each other and relief when they are tearfully reunited was a beautiful thing to experience. These are the moments that fall between the cracks of the facebook album. The moments that bond us to one another and tell our stories—one that can’t be told scrolling through a newsfeed—one that requires interaction and shared experience to understand. I hope, in a small way, that you felt like a part of our journey. I genuinely want to make a more concerted effort to live life to the fullest. To share in real-life face-to-face experiences with people and to bridge the gaps between the moments that fall through the cracks. I don’t want to end up like Hemingway’s Brett and Jake, throwing out a false version of myself that, while fun to facebook stalk, isn’t the real me. In “The Sun Also Rises” their story ends in Madrid upstairs in the world’s oldest restaurant, Botin, over a plate of suckling pig—exactly where our journey began, but our experience was something else entirely.