The Portuguese describe themselves as a 'nation of gentle customs.' It’s the country of people in which we can find spontaneous sympathy, great patience and reflexivity. For us, often programmed for a continuous running, this attitude is neither obvious nor typical. I would like to instill in you a little bit of the 'Portuguese bug'. Be aware side effects may occur! Perhaps a kind of nostalgia will come to you in the connection with what we will not experience again, because it has passed away. Such a thirst-memory lined with calmness and consent to the daily celebration of the pleasures of life. Yes, it’s this famous saudade - 'nyphosis' ‘nostalgia’- which weaves in our souls, but doesn’t nail. The term itself is often translated by the outgrown 16th century Portuguese sum of all magnificence, when a group of bearded men about the great ego made an attempt on the existing geographic order.
Lisbon, today's day, is for many a cozy waiting room for a life's turn. It is an amphitheater of light and tolerance - a multicultural network of contrasts and peculiarities in which everyone can put what they dream of.