One of my childhood best friends was Portuguese. I was always so jealous when she’d come back all freckle-faced, a colourful braid in her hair and a lunch box full of snacks we don’t get here in the UK. I thought it was so cool that she got to spend her summers in AFRICA (…I wasn’t the brightest child). I, too, wanted to explore Portugal! This desire didn’t die as I grew up, or when I learnt which continent it was in. Now I, a fully grown adult capable of making my own decisions, can go whenever I please! (Which isn’t often because my bank account won’t allow it).