It’s difficult to think of Portugal, and not think of “saudade”.
It’s one of those non-translate-able words. A word that captures the essence of a place. Its core feeling.
To know the word is to experience it for yourself.
Loosely described, in case this is your first time hearing the word, saudade is a melancholic feeling of longing or nostalgia.
Like a warm afternoon in soft light. Like thinking of someone you love. While its melancholic in nature, there is something profoundly beautiful in its center. Like a romantic divinity to the sorrow of it all.