You know something must be wrong, when the only thing keeping you from going crazy is a little café, and a Pastél de Nata. Maybe I'm in the right place... After all [even when I miss my cantinho no céu] I know there are always things "para matar a saudade"... The blogs, keep me up-to-date... the flavors keep me from forgeting. And sometimes, when the rain falls outside, I can smell the scent of wet earth... And if someone cuts the grass outside, I smell the scent of the "lameiros"...
