Once a destination settles into my mind after falling into an exhaustion derived sleep post globe-trotting, waking up every day in a new place always makes me smile. Mid-August 2010 brought with it Portuguese memories of summertime heat, crowded streets in Cascais, gorgeous beaches, fish, espresso, espresso, espresso, sipping Caipirinhas in tiny hotel-top cafes feeling like you’re on top of the world, castles, crazy nights in Lisbon, even crazier cab rides, video conferencing, Red Bull stand-ins, far too few uses of the word “cute” and a rather large dose of a lot of really good people. So, if you were to ask me if I wanted to go back to Portugal, the answer would undoubtedly be “please.”