I knew this day would come. Well into dinner, while going for a second round of the most amazing smoked salmon soup I've ever tasted, the man behind the counter asked us where we were from. Surprise, surprise. He's Portuguese.
Surely the odds of finding a fellow countryman around here are slim, but to find a fellow countryman who offers to pack some food for the next day is beyond belief! Also, I enjoy every chance I get to make Julian speak Portuguese. We both need to practice that forgotten language...
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