Everywhere I go I see bits of Portugal. Not very clearly, not showing off. I hear of people who have a Portuguese wife, and love Cascais; people who love bacalhau or fado. I find Port wine on the wine shop. On the restaurant they serve tempura, a tradtional Portuguese dish that was taken to Nagasaki by missionaries in the XVI century. At a record shop I pick a Robert Wyatt album ("A Short Break") that is an hommage to holidays in Portugal almost 60 years ago.
We leave a mark in the world, sometimes we just don't realize it, because we are humble and are used to stare in awe to countries that market themselves very well.
