One of Those Places

Have you had that feeling when you find yourself in a place in the world you’ve never been before and you instantly know it? The feeling that maybe your bones recognize the land and the buildings? Your heart somehow remembers the faces of strangers as you pass them on the street? I’m having that feeling every time I turn a corner or inhale deeply or drink an espresso in a cafe on the square. (Well, the espresso and I are not strangers as we’ve met previously. On many occasions.) We leave here today but some part of me will always stay. I am astonished by Portugal.