Falsa Tuga

An awkward chronicle of a date, where cultural clichés and Google Translate turn romance into a comedy of errors. Instead of a sincere ‘fixe’ - a cardamom and almond latte, instead of soulful fado - an idea of ‘music for funerals’. Even vinho verde couldn't resist ice cubes.

Through the laughter, tenderness slips through: there is something touching about this confusion with pastel de nata and ‘Lisbon vibes.’ Because behind the mistakes, incorrect names, and mixed-up cities, one can sense a simple desire to be ‘one of their own.’ And even if it is ‘falsa tuga’, there is still a charm that is difficult to dismiss.