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3. The Impact of Just a Few Words

Summary: A few well-pronounced words and phrases make a surprising impact

Note: To anyone who knows Portuguese, I apologize for any mistakes I make in this post. I welcome your comments and corrections!

I started with good intentions.

Enjoying our last dinner in Portugal at éLeBê Entreparedes

In the past when preparing to travel, I’d make a concerted effort to learn some basic words and phrases as well as basic pronunciation. Often, I’d pick up a phrase book and practice learning the basics.

For this trip, I went so far as to purchase a stack of Pimsleur European Portuguese conversational language CDs as well as a deck of Lingo Portuguese language playing cards.

My wife did some online language lessons only to realize too late that she was learning Brazilian Portuguese.

Alas, work, life, sloth, whatever — I found myself flying across the Atlantic with vocabulary limited pretty much to “hello” and “thank you.” (“olá” and “obrigado,” respectively).

Fortunately for us, the vast majority of people we met in Portugal knew at least some English. There were only a couple rideshare drivers and a shopkeeper here or there that could not speak English. A quick usage of a translating app on my phone got us through those infrequent situations.

Beautiful street art in Lisbon

I felt bad about arriving so linguistically ill-prepared, but I decided the least I could do was to improve my pronunciation as best as I could for what little I did know and later would learn.

I had heard from someone that any word ending with “o” should be pronounced “oo.” So the city of Porto should be pronounced (“Por-Too”) and thank you (“obrigado” if you are a male) should be pronounced “oh-bri-ga-doo.”

An additional challenge with European Portuguese is that many of the written letters are not voiced. In contrast, I heard that Brazilian Portuguese has simplified its spelling to be phonetic like Spanish and German.

Learning One Phrase

I decided to look up one phrase using the Deepl app on my phone (I prefer Deepl to Google Translate). I wanted to know how to say, “we our on our honeymoon.” Deepl reported the translation as “estamos em lua de mel.”

Listening to the audio pronunciation, the dropped/skipped letters made it sound like:

“SHTAH-moes eh-LOO-a d’MELL.”

I first drilled it into my head using this mnemonic device:

“(John) Stamos (K)ahlua (Cecil B.) DeMille”

I shared this memory device with my wife, who later tried to recall it, but hilariously came up with “Tony Danza….???”

The Power Of One Phrase

Mastering this one phrase served us well.

Chilled sparkling wine and bon bons awaited us at Torel Palace Porto

People we met were already friendly and welcoming, but whenever my wife or I would utter this phrase, their eyes would light up and the enthusiasm bubble over. Several restaurants gave us complimentary flutes of sparkling wine with our dinner, and twice we found chilled bottles of sparkling wine awaiting us in our hotel rooms.

Simply saying “olá,” (hello), “bom dia” (good morning), or “boa noite” (“boy noit” – good evening) was enough to stop locals from immediately pegging us as English speakers.

If we said “estamos em lua de mel,” however, they assumed we were fluent and often barreled forward in Portuguese. I’d have to sheepishly admit that this phrase constituted about 50% of my Portuguese vocabulary, but it made me feel proud every time they told us our pronunciation was really good.

Pastéis de nata hot out of the oven at Manteigaria – Fábrica de Pastéis de Nata, Porto

On one of the last days of our trip, we were in a baking supply store buying little cups needed to make pastéis de nata, the famous Portuguese egg cream tarts.

I spoke the phrase to the lady at the counter, and she launched into Portuguese. I had to stop her and admit the severe limits of my language proficiency. She responded that my wife and I were speaking better Portuguese than immigrants from the UK, Ukraine, or Russia who had been in Portugal for three years. That was sobering and disappointing to hear.

Padrão dos Descobrimentos (Monument to the Discoveries), Lisbon

The Portuguese are warm and welcoming, and they have a great history of exploration (and yes, colonization). I want to return to Portugal, and when I do, I will prepare much more to show my appreciation and respect through their language.


  1. Introduction: Three Weeks in Portugal – A Blog Series
  2. A Chance, Once-In-A-Lifetime Musical Moment
  3. The Impact of Just a Few Words

2. A Chance, Once-In-A-Lifetime Musical Moment

Summary: Chance timing leads to an amazing, unforgettable moment of music and email.

The weather the last week we were in Portugal was especially rainy and windy.

Duoro River rising uncomfortably close to the level of the banks

In fact, the Duoro River separating Porto from Gaia flooded its banks the last day we were there. We saw the rising river the night before. But on our last day the winds and driving rain kept us close to our hotel, so we didn’t see the flooding firsthand.

Annie wanted to brave the elements to visit the Santa Clara Church (Igreja de Santa Clara) which was just a 6-minute walk from our hotel. It was supposed to be a spectacular Baroque style cathedral.

The wind blew hard and turned my sturdy umbrella inside out at one point, but we made it.

Upon entering we were told that visiting hours were just now closing due to a concert. Well, could we attend the concert? Yes, for €5 each. We paid and entered a cathedral entirely gilded from floor to ceiling. It was breathtaking. 

Interior of the spectacular Santa Clara Cathedral in Porto, Portugal

The organ was playing and an unseen ethereal soprano voice was heard singing a lamentation. The sound emanated from the choir loft.

After the song was finished, a woman invited us up the stairs to a room where nuns had gathered and sung, unseen, during prior centuries. The front of the room had a large wooden gilded grid allowing one to see the into the cathedral but preventing those below to see up into the room.

Nun’s sanctuary above and behind the main cathedral; organ case visible to the right

A wooden box the size of a large wardrobe housed the organ keyboard, and our guide, who turned out to be the organist/choir director told us about the music (composed by an 18th century Portuguese composer) the organ, etc. She addressed the assembled audience in three languages: English, Portuguese, and Spanish. 

Organist/Choir direct speaking. The main cathedral is visible through the gilded grid behind her.

Two young woman stood by, and after the organist finished talking, she sat down and they performed a couple more pieces by the same composer.

After the concert, the organist answered questions, then invited people up to play the organ. A few visitors poked a single key here or there. I couldn’t resist. 

I quickly pulled up a simplified arrangement of Allegri’s incomparable Miserere mei, Deus on my cell phone. I stumbled slowly through it, squinting at the score on the tiny screen balanced on a rickety, 300-year-old wooden music rack. The sound of the organ was subdued and warm as the prior performance had just been for just the small room we were in.

The choir director, apparently pleased either that someone was playing an actual piece or with my musical choice (or both) leaned in close and said, “don’t be scared” — and literally pulled out the stops.

Suddenly, the sound of the great organ boomed forth filling not just our room but the entire church below. The sound felt like it was resonating in and through my body. I struggled to keep playing, self-conscious of my many mistakes and emotionally and physically shaken by the aural bombast.

I played only a page of the music before stopping. That was enough — and an actual church service was about to begin. 

We thanked the organist profusely for the opportunity (how often does one get to play an 18th century organ?). When she found out it was our honeymoon, she was effusive in wishing us happiness and was glad to have made this memorable experience part of our celebratory vacation.

Descending the stairs and exiting out into the driving rain, my hands and body continued to tremble for several minutes in the aftermath of such a physical and aural musical sensation. 

What were the chances?

Had we visited just an hour earlier, we’d have seen the spectacular church interior, taken photos, read some plaques, then left. Annie laughed when she noted that the regular admission was €4. By mere chance of timing (and €1 extra) we got this amazing and unforgettable experience. 

I would have to say this experience was, in the accurate use of the word…awesome.


  1. Introduction: Three Weeks in Portugal – A Blog Series
  2. A Chance, Once-In-A-Lifetime Musical Moment
  3. The Impact of Just a Few Words

1. Introduction: Three Weeks in Portugal – A Blog Series

We’ve just returned from three weeks in Portugal.

National Palace of Pena, Sintra, Portugal

As I recover from jetlag, I am collecting and organizing scores and scores of pictures and videos along with many thoughts and memories which I plan to share here.

A. Where We Went

We spent a week in each of three locations: Lisbon, Madeira, and Porto. From each location, we toured locally and made day trips exploring the area and nearby cities.

B. When We Went

It was winter in Portugal, which meant cooler and more gray and rainy days. Being from the Pacific Northwest, the weather didn’t bother us, and we were glad to avoid the hotter temperatures of summer. Also, we were glad to go during the low season and avoid many of the crowds of tourists that come during the warmer months.

The exception was Madeira. At the same latitude as Marrakesh, Morocco, Madeira enjoys springlike weather 12 months a year. There is no “low” season as tourists flock to the “Hawaii of Portugal” to escape cold and dark winters or escape the heat of summer.

Ponta de São Lourenço, Madeira, Portugal – location of the recent Star Wars series, “The Acolyte”

One to four massive cruise ships docked every day during our week. We were told cruise ships mostly come during the winter, bringing visitors mostly from north and central Europe.

During New Year’s sometimes ten cruise ships will arrive. Most anchor offshore. The visitors watch the fireworks show, and at midnight all the cruise ships blast their mighty horns.

This year was an especially wet winter for Portugal, with consecutive storms bringing heavy rains and causing severe flooding in areas. We saw flooding on the news but didn’t experience anything worse than driving wind and rains a couple days.

Flood level Duoro River, which separates Porto from Gaia, Portugal

We witnessed the waters of the Duoro River getting uncomfortably high during our last few days. The river apparently flooded its banks the last day we were in Porto, but we didn’t venture out much due to the wind and rains so we didn’t see it ourselves.

C. Why We Went

We have both traveled quite a bit. But neither of us had been to Portugal. We’d heard great things from friends who had been, saw mouthwatering dishes on travel shows, and wanted to learn about Portuguese wine and port. We didn’t travel abroad at all last year, and so we chose Portugal for our delayed honeymoon. We were not disappointed. We loved our trip and already are thinking about what we’d like to do and see the next time.

Over the next month I expect to post a number of articles about our trip including travel tips, recommended food and restaurants, places to see, and more. Check back, share, and comment – especially if you have any questions.


  1. Introduction: Three Weeks in Portugal – A Blog Series
  2. A Chance, Once-In-A-Lifetime Musical Moment
  3. The Impact of Just a Few Words