It is exactly how I feel about Porto and Portugal.
It goes, Portugal, Italy and Ireland for me. In fact I look forward to revisiting Italy, France and seeing Spain to verify what I already know. Porto is home. Always will be. And, btw, I have no Portuguese ancestry that I know of. Irish, yes. And German, yet there is no love lost between me and Der Vaterland.
So what you are talking about is spiritual. Sou portuguesa em espírito! ;)
"Spiritual" is a great way to describe it. I think, for me, it's also visceral—I belong here the way you belong in Porto. And despite everything I wrote, I'd like to visit Porto one day. Anyway, I'm glad to hear at least one person can identify with my obsessive love for a place!
Porto should certainly be on your list. It is as spectacular and ancient as Italy but on a smaller scale. And the Douro wine region has to be seen to be believed and appreciated. Most beautiful wine country in the world for my money! (Although Tuscany is no slouch! ;) Best to you!
Apologies, I only just found this hiding in my emails, along with a few other posts from you. It appears that even when I’m overwhelmed with too many messages I still look forward to reading your thoughts.
I have still not yet made it to England, but I can relate to your sentiment. Ever since my first visit to Italy, just five years ago, I have no interest in visiting anywhere else. ☺️
This is how I feel about Florence. Similar to Stendhal Syndrome, also known as the Florence Syndrome, a psychosomatic condition which can affect sensitive souls when they overdose on art – and it usually happens in Florence. This happens in "A Room With a View." I can relate! :)
You can take the Italian out of Italy.....at least you know, for certain, what you really enjoy.
I think your blessed
Good point!
Great pictures. Very quaint.
But you are right, can´t touch this!
It is exactly how I feel about Porto and Portugal.
It goes, Portugal, Italy and Ireland for me. In fact I look forward to revisiting Italy, France and seeing Spain to verify what I already know. Porto is home. Always will be. And, btw, I have no Portuguese ancestry that I know of. Irish, yes. And German, yet there is no love lost between me and Der Vaterland.
So what you are talking about is spiritual. Sou portuguesa em espírito! ;)
Well said sorella!
"Spiritual" is a great way to describe it. I think, for me, it's also visceral—I belong here the way you belong in Porto. And despite everything I wrote, I'd like to visit Porto one day. Anyway, I'm glad to hear at least one person can identify with my obsessive love for a place!
Porto should certainly be on your list. It is as spectacular and ancient as Italy but on a smaller scale. And the Douro wine region has to be seen to be believed and appreciated. Most beautiful wine country in the world for my money! (Although Tuscany is no slouch! ;) Best to you!
Apologies, I only just found this hiding in my emails, along with a few other posts from you. It appears that even when I’m overwhelmed with too many messages I still look forward to reading your thoughts.
I have still not yet made it to England, but I can relate to your sentiment. Ever since my first visit to Italy, just five years ago, I have no interest in visiting anywhere else. ☺️
This is how I feel about Florence. Similar to Stendhal Syndrome, also known as the Florence Syndrome, a psychosomatic condition which can affect sensitive souls when they overdose on art – and it usually happens in Florence. This happens in "A Room With a View." I can relate! :)