I am not sure what it is, but being in Portugal I often find myself to be standing somewhere, feeling how my heart grows wider. I take a deep breath and somehow feel that I belong here. Is it the ocean breeze, the tasty galão, the sunshine, the relaxed vibes, the rich farturas? Maybe all of it together.
My grandpa was a rather small person with a darker skin tone, especially after just minutes in the sun. My mom always had this idea of his ancestors coming from south France or even Spain. You may call me crazy, but if you ask me, it might have been Portugal and this might be the reason for my liberated feeling.
Be it as it may. I am happy to be here and to feel the way I do.
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