How a Portuguese laddie became a new Scot

Yesterday, the Tory government published its white paper on EU migration post-Brexit. As a result, I spent my day arguing positively for immigration on social media, sharing fact-based articles showing that EU migration has had a very positive impact on the UK’s economy in the last decade. However, one tweet in particular was especially popular, in which I specifically mentioned my personal experience with Scottish attitudes towards immigration.

Twitter is meant to be short and brief, leaving little room for telling long, nuanced stories. But the story behind this tweet is one I find worth telling, and I think it reflects incredibly well on the fact that there’s a bright, open future ahead of Scotland. I hope you find what follows to be worthwhile.

Where I come from

I was born in 1991, in Faro, the largest city of the Algarve – Portugal’s southernmost region. Like many people my age, I faced the blunt of the 2008 financial crisis when I went to university the following year, and when the Portuguese right-wing government adopted increasingly destructive austerity measures, little hope was left for middle-aged people, let alone us young ones trying to make a life of our own. I was determined that I would emigrate after I finished my Master’s Degree in Medieval History of the Islamic Mediterranean, especially because in 2012 I had started dating the most wonderful man in the world. He was studying to become a dentist, and he too had no real prospects of staying in Portugal.

In 2014 I finished my Master’s and he finished his Dentistry Degree, and so we moved from Lisbon back to the Algarve, to live with my mother. She owned a wee restaurant in Tavira, and my partner got an offer of work at a local practice, so we packed our bags and in early 2015 started saving up money to go abroad.

It wasn’t easy. Working with my mother, despite the love between us, was incredibly stressful. I was earning about €100 (around £75) a week, because I didn’t want to take wages from her as she was struggling at the time; I chose to rely exclusively on tips. My partner was working 5 days a week, full-time, as a dentist, and earning about €600 (£450) A MONTH. Yes, you read that right. That is the Portuguese reality, with a minimum monthly wage at the time of €550, a lot of people survived however they had to.

The upside of staying with my mother was that we didn’t pay a rent. We helped out with bills and food, but could put the rest apart and save up for the big move. Emigration was the light at the end of a dark, hopeless tunnel.

Where life took us

At my mother’s restaurant, 95% of our customers were tourists visiting the Algarve, or people born in another country who now resided there. And from those, about 60% were from the UK & Ireland, with the rest coming mainly from the Netherlands, Germany and Scandinavian countries. Given that my mother speaks very basic English, she was quite happy to have me as a Front of House waiter – I can hold a conversation in a few languages besides Portuguese and English, including Dutch. And I will tell you why that is relevant.

From a very young age, I had thought about moving abroad (the reasons for that merit its own blog post, but let’s just say that I never felt like I belonged in Portugal). I always thought it was either going to be the UK or a Scandinavian country (Yes, I hate hot weather). But my partner wasn’t so keen about the idea of a cold country, and so we compromised on somewhere a bit less extreme – the Netherlands. We started teaching ourselves Dutch with apps like Duolingo, my partner prepared the paperwork to register on their General Dental Council equivalent, and we started preparing mentally for the move, reading about the country and all of that.

Now, on one particular evening, we had a couple of customers who had flown in from Amsterdam. I proudly practised my Dutch, and they were interested in knowing why the hell had a Portuguese waiter learned to speak Dutch. I told them I intended to move there. I will never forget their response. They exchanged a quick glance, and then the lady said to me, in English: “We have a small country. Not everyone has to go there, you know. The sky is blue everywhere.”

Yes, she really sounded like a proper twat. I was lost for words, telling my partner what had happened, and for the rest of the evening I was ruminating on how horrible she’d been. (She’d also left me a €1 tip on a €60 bill, to top it all off)

Because life finds a way of spicing things up, and as I grew increasingly depressed about the idea of the Netherlands, we had a table of three magnificent Scottish folks later that week. They were our only clients that night – a middle-aged couple with a female friend of theirs. Since it was a small and very intimate restaurant, they warmly started making conversation with me, which I was always happy to do with our customers. It started being about food and how they liked their steaks cooked, and me telling them about how we typically cooked them in Portugal, developing to them asking more and more questions about myself, why I spoke English fluently, my degree, and all of that. My mother was in the kitchen, cooking, but my partner was behind the bar that evening, and he joined in too. One of the ladies had a niece who was a dentist in Scotland, and as we became more familiar with each other, they started asking my partner a lot of questions about being a dentist in Portugal, including wages and work conditions, and were quite shocked to hear the truth.

That’s when they started telling us how Scotland needed young folk like us, how I would love Edinburgh and maybe even go to Uni there, and how my partner could lead a much more dignified life with wages that reflected the skill required for his work. I cannot tell you how lovely they were. The warmest, friendliest group of people, who were genuinely interested in hearing our stories and wanting us to have a better future. Before they left, they actually made a reservation for the night prior to leaving Portugal, so I got the name of one of them: Mrs. Pamela Speirs, from Glasgow. (I haven’t spoken to her since, but I would love her to know the impact she’s had on our life, so if you have any idea who this might be, do tell).

When we got home that evening, my partner and I looked at each other, and we didn’t need to say much. The Netherlands’ plan had died – Scotland it would be.

Now, this didn’t all happen in a vacuum. As I said before, we worked with a lot of UK & Ireland folk, and I had already began forming a few impressions. While our English & Welsh clientele tended to be more reserved, less generous in tipping, Scottish and Irish customers were the absolute opposite. They were always incredibly polite, very appreciative of my dedication to good service, complimentary about my mother’s food, and deeply generous when it came to tipping. (As with any generalisation, there were exceptions to all of this. I’m just outlining my overall impressions)

After that night with the Speirs and their friend, I started telling Scottish folks who came to the restaurant that I was planning to move to Scotland, and not once did I hear a negative comment. To the contrary. Mrs. Speirs’ attitude seemed to be replicated, as if all the Scots had been passed the same memo – telling me how Scotland needed young folk like us, that we would love the country. Some joked that I should take a picture of the sun with me, however, lest I forget what it looks like amidst the permanently dreich weather. They talked to me about their own sons and daughters, nieces and nephews and how they were all doing so well back home, and how they already had so many foreign friends who had moved there and were happy.

A few more months of work until we felt like we had a financially robust safety net for the move, and on the 10th of November 2015, we took a plane from Faro and landed in Edinburgh.

What these three years have meant

Some of you might say that I couldn’t have chosen a worse time to come, due to the Brexit shitestorm. But I disagree . As the Brexit campaign exposed the terrible winds of xenophobia taking over England & Wales, it also showed how Scotland was a very different country. Of course, I am a white European, so I am still very much a privileged immigrant – Black and Asian people may have different experiences to tell from mine, especially since Scotland is a very white country.

But the thing is that I felt like the vast majority of Scottish folks didn’t swallow the anti-immigration rhetoric coming from down south, and that was confirmed with the overwhelming vote for Remain. While some of my friends in England despaired at the result (I admit that, in the morning of the referendum result, I felt genuine grief for how small and self-centred the UK had just become), I was energised by Scotland’s adamant rejection of that kind of nationalism that wants to put up impassable border and scapegoats the “other” for faults that aren’t theirs.

AUOB March Edinburgh

Taking part at the AUOB Independence March in Edinburgh, October 2018

In these three years, I have joined the Scottish National Party (and recently Plaid Cymru, the biggest Welsh pro-indy party), I have marched amongst my new Scottish brothers and sisters, I have voted in Holyrood & council elections. I have worked, I have lived, I have adopted two beautiful cats, and with every day, Scotland has seeped deeper into my bones. I have travelled widely across “this wee country of oors“, as I like to call it, met many a different folk, visited countless historical sites via my Historic Scotland membership.

Staple Scottish foods have become part of my diet, and I’ve fused many elements of my Portuguese roots with my newfound Scottish ones – I assure you that my Cranachan recipe with a hint of Port wine is to die for.

None of this would have happened if I didn’t feel like I had the Scottish people behind my back in these troubled times. Xenophobia is sweeping all over the West, but somehow Scotland has shone a light against that darkness. Our nationalism, if it can even be called that, comes from a place of acceptance, of a want for justice, of seeking a better future for the young folk that can do better without the cruelty of countless Tory governments we never voted for.

Of course, Scotland is not a place of exception. It has plenty of numpties and bawbags walking around, it has profound issues with alcohol and drugs, sectarianism, obesity, and I wish it were less white and more diverse, but that’s just a reflection of its history. And I love Scotland with all of these things too – for it wouldn’t be this beacon of light without the dark side, and I hope that I can contribute to strike another match, to make it all a bit better.

I can’t vote in UK-wide elections, but I can’t separate myself from this sense of belonging to Scotland any more – I always talk about our country, our people, our voice. Sure, I open my mouth with my Portuguese accent and it is clear that I wasn’t born here – and I don’t mind that people ask and are interested about where I come from. I’m always happy to tell all the good things about Portugal, about the food and the wonderful places to visit, and all of that. But it doesn’t feel like I’m talking about home, like it feels when I talk about Scotland.

At the risk of sounding really corny, and bear in mind that this comes from an atheist with no time for superstitious silliness, I do think that I was born with a Scottish soul. Its flame just brightens up at the sound of the bagpipes (or the Proclaimers, for that matter), its spirit is lifted when I smell the freshness of our cold winter mornings, and it is fuelled by the affection and love of the many folks I have crossed paths with here. Nowhere else on earth do I feel the peace I do when walking around the Trossachs, or setting my sights on the majesty of the Highlands, or when I’m walking around the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art in Edinburgh, my favourite museum in the world after London’s Tate Modern. I love the historical atmosphere of Edinburgh, as I love the working class spirit of Glasgow, and how genuine Glaswegians can be, especially compared with some Edinburgh folk who come off as slightly more… stiff (they’re sweethearts once you get to crack their shell).

And there’s still so much about Scotland that I don’t know, and I look forward to it all – as long as the nasty Government from Westminster doesn’t try to get rid of me post-Brexit. Regardless, I’ll be fighting the good fight for this country to be independent, a sovereign nation within the European Union, which is a true equal union, not this little, narcissistic, inward-looking United Kingdom that is becoming increasingly less United with each day its glaring injustices are exposed.

What matters is that we’re all human beings, all one clan. We’re all Jock Tamson’s Bairns.

Me (left) and my partner Roger basking in the elusive Scottish sun


69 thoughts on “How a Portuguese laddie became a new Scot

      • Extremely well written with great truth and passion. Every country has bawbags and numpties🥴 I’m sure I’m not alone in wishing you and your partner a long and happy life in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇵🇹🇪🇺


      • Thank you, Tom – you certainly aren’t the only one, as we are lucky to have had much love sent our way from many Scots, but I’m always chuffed when people take the time to write down such kind words.


    • Brought a tear (or few) to my eyes too reading this. So fantastic that Scotland has such talented, youthful, positive people like you and your partner in our community and nation and I wish you both continued health and happiness as fellow Scots. As a PS – Did you ever find the Speirs? As a PPS – why don’t you post your mum’s restaurant details, I holiday in the Algarve and would make a point of going there to enjoy what sounds like delicious cuisine and great people

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      • Thank you for the lovely comment! Unfortunately haven’t found Mrs Speirs. And I don’t share that many details about the restaurant due to trolls, it’s an unfortunate downside of this exposure, people could try and target it for fake reviews.


  1. This is such a lovely read – thank you for the many compliments you have given Scotland. We’re honoured you chose to make Scotland your home. Though sharing a Celtic history, it’s not really surprising the spirit of Scotland lives within you! 🙂 I hope it will ALWAYS be so for you and your partner and that you have a long and happy life together here! I love that Scotland is made up of so many cultures. They all add so much to our lives and enrich us in so many ways! Thank you for adding to the culture ‘pot’ 🙂 ! Now… if we can just unhitch ourselves from an inward looking UK and become that independent, outward looking country we want it to be… 😉


    • Thank you so much for taking the time to read through the post, but to leave such a lovely comment as well. Indeed I often wonder if the way Scotland speaks to me has anything to do with some Celtic roots I am unaware of. I’m happy to contribute to this wonderful culture pot that we have up here, and take a bit from it back to my family & friends in Portugal when I visit – everyone will tell you how good I speak of our Alba. All the best to you 😉


      • In doing my family tree (and doing a DNA test) I have discovered I am a true descendant of the Celts – who, it is believed, originated from the Mediterranean countries and as far as Syria. Who then migrated along the Med countries and up through Portugal and Spain, into France & Germany & thus into the British Isles. (I’m from Scots, Irish, Norse & Frankian kings and so have been able to trace my roots waaay back.) So you see? I think it’s very likely you too have the Celtic blood in yer veins and so – WE’RE RELATED! 🙂 What is it they say about ‘6 degrees’?? 🙂 Seriously, no one is truly of ONE nation – we’re all ‘mongrels’ and I love that! A bit of this nation and a bit of that nation… How can that not be a GOOD thing! 🙂 I was born in Scotland but grew up in Canada. So I’m a bit of a mongrel as far as culture is concerned too. Viva la differences! Unfortunately I don’t know enough about all these nations and cultures that we’re part of, so I’m looking forward to reading your blogs & learning a bit more about Portugal!

        Wishing you and your partner & respective families a really wonderful Christmas, whatever mischief yer gettin’ up to! 😉 And, as they wish in Scotland, ‘Peace & Plenty’ in 2019!

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      • Mongrels indeed, and what a good thing that is. Thank you for your good wishes and may you and your family equally enjoy a lovely Christmas & New Year. May 2019 bring you good health, above all 😉


  2. Love the article and the sentiment. Such a genuine experience about finding home which cuts through all the opinions and politics of immigration. I think both Scotland and yourself are winners as a result.
    Thanks for the smile.


    • Thank you so much, Kate. A lot of people like to spread uninformed rhetoric about immigration, so I’m happy to make a positive case for it, and all the wonderful things that it can bring about.


  3. A lovely article; thank you!
    I once cycled in the Algarve in February with my girlfriend (now my wife), and loved it.
    I remember Silver and Monchique and San Marcos da Serra.
    No one really spoke English but they were so welcoming even when we turned up in the dark with no accommodation!
    One old couple even brought down from the top shelf a very dusty bottle of white port which they had kept for many years for a special occasion!
    I am pleased that you have chosen to make Scotland your home and hope you have many years of happiness 😊


    • Oh that’s a lovely story – that white port was probably “aguardente de medronho”, a cognac-like drink very typical from the Algarve. Silves is my maternal grandmother’s birthplace, and I like it very much – the medieval castle is brilliant.


      • I vaguely remember one old village in the hills where there were some low houses which I don’t think had any chimneys and the smoke came out the door?
        There was a very old man who was very black from the smoke who came out to speak and we discovered, somehow, that he had worked on the River Clyde many years ago! He certainly seemed to have fond memories of whisky 🙂


  4. What a great read.

    On a golfing weekend in Estoril last year with seven other middle aged Glaswegians. Frequented a cafe/bar called Picadilly Circus. Girl behind the bar was very attractive, and thus garnered more than her fair share of our chat and attention. On our last morning I enquired whether we had overstepped the mark, ready to apologise if that had been the case. She threw her head back, snorting, and then said “if the people that passed through this place were HALF as nice as you guys, my life would be so much more enjoyable”. She was either the best actress ever, or genuine. From her demeanor I couldn`t see that it was other than the latter, and I felt a bit of pride in my chest. A small tale… example…..but, you know, lots of small tales evidence a reality. I am not on the trip this year, but guess where they`re going? Yes……..Tavira!!

    So glad that you feel so welcomed and so settled here.


    • I’m sure she was being truthful – I had the same experience with a few customers, who apologised for being noisy, but I’d always genuinely tell them that I loved when people were noisy in a nice way. Give me that over silent rudeness any day 😉 Thank you!


  5. Ooooh! Hopping about with excitement for you =)

    I bet there is alot of Scotland for you both to yet explore! Have you been North to Sutherland? To Orkney and Shetland? And possibly more importantly for your family connections, to the Western Isles, to Lewis and Harris, Skye, Mull, Islay, Tyree and Barra and Eriskay and all the rest!

    As I recall from studying archaeology a lifetime ago, the whole western seaboard of Scotland was visited and populated by folk of the whole western seaboard of modern Europe and away South to Africa, the sea being the great highway. So there is your feeling of knowing of this land as your own. That and the fact that Scotland is fair pleased to have you both here at last.

    Thing is Saraband, the way you speak of how this land makes you feel is how our home in Sutherland makes us feel. You know you are in the right place with the right people when it feels you have come home 🙂

    And it doesn’t mean losing your bond with Portugal – just pull the two closer together =)


    • Thank you for that comment, Ghillie!

      We have plenty of places left to visit indeed, including most of the islands – looking forward to each of them. I have been all over “mainland” Scotland, including the North – we tipped our toes in the crystal blue waters of Achmelvich beach, and enjoyed walking around the lovely streets of Dornoch. I love Sutherland and still have many places there I’d like to visit, especially since I started reading about the Highland Clearances, a very sad historical subject which I’m very interested in for reasons I cannot fully explain (perhaps, as a migrant, I feel the sting of the pain suffered by those people with a bit more empathy).

      And you’re right – if anything, finding a home in Scotland has made me more aware of the celtic connections that exist in Portugal, too 😉


  6. I loved your post! I am from Scotland but have lived 20 years in The Netherlands and indeed there are bawbags and numpties everywhere. I have just taken Dutch citizenship because of Brexit, but I will aways be Scottish. l am happy to see you have had a warm welcome and I am sure your own personality and attitude have added to that.
    Wishing you and your partner continued happiness and Scottish independence soon.


    • Thank you, Dawn – there are numpties everywhere indeed, and I’m sure the lady I tell of in my post is not representative of the many good Dutch people that there are. Likewise, sending you my best wishes and much happiness in the Netherlands for as long as you call it home 😉


  7. Wonderful words, it gladdens my heart to read them and I’m not ashamed to say my eyes leaked a little. You and your partner are exactly the type of young person we want here. People who integrate themselves into our country and make it their own. I love my country and I’m pleased that you do to. Enjoy your continued travels. Do try to visit the islands. I’d recommend Orkney where the historical places to visit are numerous. Xx


  8. “Xenophobia is sweeping all over the West, but somehow Scotland has shone a light against that darkness.”

    For that alone I thank you. I was born here but grew up in far New Zealand so I don’t sound Scottish any more. Like you I get asked but told that I have ALWAYS been accepted, no quibbles. It might be the Scottish and Irish heritage but NZ is a bit like that as well. If immigration has passed you to live there that makes you a Kiwi. I’m a Scottish New Zealander and WANT my passports to reflect that.

    My wife has a cousin who is gay and was in Edinburgh (working in Glasgow) with his partner for a time and liked Scotland as a gay man as well. I like that about Scotland.

    I too hope very much that either the sclerotic Home Office lets you both stay or we can get Independence before they force you out. When campaigning in IndyRef2 I will have you both in mind, I will be campaigning for you as well.


    • Thank you for that, and lovely to hear that you feel similarly to myself amongst the Kiwis. As you said, maybe the celtic heritage helps, but I’m sure that New Zealand’s native spirit is also a very open and embracing one. Sincerely hope to visit one day! I know I focus on my experience as an immigrant on this particular post, but I could write an equally positive one about being a gay man in Scotland. I know it’s been a troublesome path to get to where we are, and it took a lot of courage from previous gay men, but it is a very welcoming place these days – at least in the big cities, of course. Thank you for your lovingly kind words 😉


  9. Am so proud of our fellow Scots being so welcoming. We share so much of our heritage over the last 1000+ years of trading by sea. I make a point of asking anyone with a different accent where they hail from originally. I am fascinated to learn more, and always feel honoured they’ve chosen to come to Scotland, this wind-blown and often very rainy country on the eastern edge of the Atlantic.
    I am fighting in your name, for Scottish independence, and for all the campaigners before us who have fought for better working rights, and a fairer and more inclusive society in this beautiful country out of Westminster’s clutches.
    I look forward to the day when we are free of London rule, and can open our doors to permanently welcome more folks like you and Roger who add so much to our culture. I am thoroughly ashamed of how the UK government have put all EU residents here through such needless worry and fear.
    We’d love to photograph you and Roger for our project to show the breadth and diversity of the wider Yes movement –
    We met you both after the Edinburgh march in the Royal Mile, and we’ve photographed Roger for his headshot at the dental practice!

    Happy to photograph anyone who wants to be involved in our project too. 🙂


    • Thank you for your lovely comment – I only saw you briefly at the end of the march, but of course Roger knows perfectly well who you are. We’d be happy to take part in that project, it sounds awesome 😉


  10. Hi Glad you and your Partner came here to our little Country ,My husband came here at 18 from Mauritius and never looked back ,and that was 50 years ago .you are what we need here ,I also joined the SNP and go Marching so let’s hope we get our Independece this year
    Our door and heart is open to people like yourself
    Anne Ismael Aubeeluck 😘


  11. This post came to my attention this morning, and reading it brought a wee tear or two to my eyes. Thank you so much for sharing your story!


  12. As an English-born Scottish nationalist living in Fife who has a Portuguese daughter in law and a grandson with dual nationality, I cannot tell you how much your story meant to me. Our society is so enriched by such diversity. (By the way, I think I may have seen you flying the rainbow flag at AUOB marches! I always fly both the Saltire and the cross of St George).


    • Glad to hear that, Judy! I saw a few St George Crosses on that march too, so we might have seen each other on that march – hopefully the same will happen at a future event 😉


      • So glad I spotted you in Aberdeen today and had the chance to say hello. I’ll look out for you both at the next AUOB march! All good wishes, Judy.


  13. Wonderful read. I’m in England but have Scottish blood on my mother’s side (Gt-gt-gt-gt-granny from Shetland and ‘abducted’ by a Arbroath pilot). Am seriously considering moving to Scotland in the not too distant future and your post is so encouraging. Thank you.


    • Thank you, Richard. You need no Scottish lineage to be warmly welcomed – Scottishness is more of a state of mind. If you decide to go through with the move, rest assured that you will be warmly received.


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  16. Dude, right in the feels. I can relate with so much you describe here, about not feeling really at home back in Portugal despite loving it, the awful work conditions the struggle and sacrifice to be able to move, Scotland unlocked my potential both professionally and personally, I belive I became a better person for living here learned so much met wonderful people embraced the culture and the cold. Just wish for this brexshit winter to be blown away once and for all. Abraço

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  17. What a lovely story. A tiny bit sad because I’m sure your Mum must miss you, but I’m very glad you have made a home in Scotland. I hope you will continue to live here and have a wonderful life together. Sorry about the weather. 🙂

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  18. What a fantastic tale, it warms my heart that you and your partner have chosen this amazing country as your home, Scotland is truly in your spirit and quill of your pen. I look forward to reading about the next chapter of your journey, keep smiling, keep expressing yourself and keep being Scottish. Only one selfish point, you should have chosen Glasgow to bide in ❤️

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  19. “Xenophobia is sweeping all over the West, but somehow Scotland has shone a light against that darkness. ”

    That’s one of the reasons I love Scotland so much, too. Like you I’m a new Scot. In my sixties now, and feel I’ve finally come home.

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  20. On New Years Eve 1977 my sister and I came across 4 Portuguese fishermen who had nowhere to go for the bells so we brought them to my parents home where they were fed soup and alcohol. They later told us that something like that had never happened to them before and they would never forget their Scottish New Year. I come from a family with a history of bringing waifs and strays home and it’s something I saw a lot of in Scotland. Sweetie your story makes me feel so proud and I’m honoured you’ve chosen Scotland as your home and I hope you and Roger enjoy many many years here X

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  21. I loved reading your post. I’m so sorry you were made to feel so unwelcome by Dutch people, but I’m sad to say I’m not surprised. Being Dutch, having lived here all my life, but having travelled to Scotland a lot in the past 9 years, I’m despairing of the closemindedness and xenophobia that’s growing and growing in my country. For the past few years my dude and I know we want to move to Scotland, but we don’t have the funds yet.
    We were actually in Scotland during the Indy ref in ’14, and we were so disappointed when No won. But with everything that’s happened since, it feels inevitable that Scotland will become independent and join the EU on its own in the coming years. My greatest dream is moving to an independent Scotland.

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  22. What wonderful words. It gives every Scots born person a tremendous feeling of pride that we have been perceived to be so welcoming. It is the ethos of Scotland many of us “oldies” were born into and it delights to know it is alive and working today. “Come away in. You’ll be wanting your tea”. Welcome.

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  23. Very proud to read this. My Spanish wife says a lot of very similar things, she’s been here 25 years now, and feels more scottish every day, for all the reasons you state. Well said, and well met!

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  24. What a lovely post. I am Scottish and my partner is from Spain, We are older and share your sentiments. I am looking forward to reading more of your stuff on twitter. I love the fact that you have such a strong interest in Gaelic as well. Ive just started a youtube account with lessons on it. If you are interested, I will share it with you.

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  25. What a lovely heartwarming post. We holiday in Praia da Luz every year, we are regulars to a little beach side cafe (Praia Vista) which we call Pedro’s Ma’s. Pedro has become a great friend and recently came to Scotland to visit us. 30 Scottish regulars to his mums cafe met in Glasgow to take him out for dinner. I’m so glad you have come to Scotland and I hope you and your partner continue to flourish. Xx

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