I wonder why it took me forever to find me feet in a territory so close to my heart. I carry a very special person who is forever with me (my dad) along with my sons and husband to a second place I would call home - Portugal.
It was the smoothest 7 hour flight to Lisbon to be greeted by friendly Portuguese airport staff and an immigration officer who made Gareth breath a sigh of relief when he pronounced his last name perfectly (which is not normally the case). We had the best hugs and kisses from cousins Yolanda and Joao who awaited our arrival patiently. It was 11 p.m. in Portugal.
A beautiful 20 minutes drive to Odivelas was emotional as I met my dear Uncle Ladilao and Aunt Joanita after 6 years.
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