Peace in Sesimbra

Morning Rituals in Sesimbra: Portugal’s Quiet Blessing

Another morning in my seaside fourth-floor room, drapes pulled back, sliders open to the deck. Waves crashing. Water lapping the sand. The kind of sound that makes you feel like you’re being reset from the inside out.

My Portugal journey began in Lisbon Center, a buzzing city alive with energy. Music in the streets. Culture in every corner. People of all backgrounds weaving through the city like a moving mosaic. And food so good it could knock your socks off.

Now I’ve relocated to a more natural part of Portugal near Setúbal. Peaceful. Serene. Breathtaking.

Here, the pace of life feels slower and more grounded. From this region, you can travel to remote places filled with history and charm, quiet, picturesque corners of the country that feel untouched.

The sun rises and sets before my eyes each day.

What a blessing.

At night, my bed feels like a cloud, gently surfing the rhythm of the waves. I can’t imagine anything more peaceful.

My morning ritual now consists of gratitude walks on the beach, spoken out loud, step by step, as if the ocean itself is listening.

Hello, Sesimbra.<3  

A Monastery, a Museum, and a Moment of Stillness

One of my favorite places here so far is an old monastery. It’s now a museum, but standing there, I couldn’t help imagining what it might have been like when it was alive with quiet purpose.

A life of silence.

Gardens growing vegetables.

Days lived with like-minded people striving to leave a positive mark on the world for the greater good.

I learned that the monks kept plenty of chickens for eggs and would walk down to the ocean to trade goods with the fishermen. Even the smallest details of their lives were resourceful and intentional. The egg whites were used as starch by the nuns to iron their robes, which is also why Portugal became known for its many egg-yolk sweets.

It’s amazing how history hides inside small traditions, and how something as simple as a dessert can carry the story of an entire way of life.

Morning Rituals in Sesimbra: Portugal’s Quiet Blessing (continued)

The monastery itself was breathtaking.

Four large towers stood tall, each one representing a station of the cross. Inside, an old 17th century altar still remained, with the Virgin Mary quietly holding her place in time. Even as a museum, it felt sacred. Not in an overly religious way, but in the way that stillness can feel holy.

You could feel the calmness in the land.

The peace was unmistakable.

I could have stayed there for hours.

Hand Gliding Views and Humble Attempts

Just down the way was a platform where people go hand gliding. Watching them prepare was fascinating, brave, free, and completely outside my comfort zone.

I kept my mask on, but as you can see below, I didn’t get too far.

(Some adventures are better observed than attempted.)

Sunrise, Sunset, and Gratitude

Every morning and evening here has become a ritual. Walks into the sunrise. Walks into the sunset. Each one filled with gratitude.

The kind of gratitude that isn’t forced, but simply arrives when you’re surrounded by beauty and quiet.

Christmas Traditions in Portugal

One thing I learned is that Christmas in Portugal is primarily celebrated on December 24th, often with a traditional family meal and midnight mass for those who choose to attend.

Instead of stockings, shoes are left out to be filled.

And it’s customary to leave the Christmas tree up until January 6th, which feels fitting in a culture that doesn’t rush through the season, but honors it.

History in the Details

One of the most striking patterns I’ve noticed throughout the villages, and even inside the hotel, is the wave design woven into tiles and decor.

That wave pattern represents the Great Lisbon earthquake and tsunami of 1755.

It is recorded as the third largest earthquake in Lisbon’s history, and the number of lives lost is still unknown, estimated anywhere from 12,000 to 50,000.

It’s humbling to realize how much tragedy can live inside a city’s design, and how a simple pattern can serve as both remembrance and warning.

It’s clear the Portuguese are deeply respectful of history and tradition. The past isn’t forgotten here. It’s honored.

A Flag of Hope and Sacrifice

Even the Portuguese flag carries meaning.

The green represents hope. The red represents bloodshed, and there is more red than green. At the center sits the coat of arms of Portugal, holding the story of the nation in a single symbol.

Sesimbra has felt like more than a destination.

It has felt like a reminder.

A reminder to slow down, to breathe deeper, to reflect more often, and to recognize the sacredness of everyday life.

Peace,
jMf