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ROUTE 66

"Come Have Dinner at Our Place"

Daily Chronicle of a Journalist Covering the World Cup
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PALM BEACH — Anyone who regularly covers the National Team or major clubs abroad is familiar with the script of longing. Wherever the Portuguese flag flies, an emigrant is ready to open their heart. 

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Just yesterday, this ritual unfolded through José Gabriel and his wife, Portuguese souls who, 46 years ago, traded Portugal for the United States and are now enjoying retirement in Palm Beach. The familiar "if you need anything, call us" or the inevitable "come have dinner at our place one of these days" are cherished traditions of our diaspora, small miracles in the form of coffee or a warm meal.

What no journalist expects in these parts is for this genetic code of hospitality to be replicated with the same intensity by someone born in the heart of the American empire.

In Florida, disarming friendliness may not speak Portuguese, but it shares the same accent of generosity. We experienced it firsthand on the beach, with a group of young American women who, seeing us lost, meticulously mapped out a route with the region's must-see spots. 

But the truly jaw-dropping moment occurred at a local restaurant. Mid-way through a working dinner, with our World Cup accreditations on the table, we were approached by the directors of the Palm Beach City Sports Department. Michelle and Shelley wanted to know who we were, what we were doing, and in a flash, offered to be our official guides. The conversation ended, surprisingly, with a formal invitation to dine with their families.

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This is the flip side of the cold, impersonal America. Amidst the XL opulence, there's a genuine urgency to share their territory.

Meanwhile, for the fifth time since we landed, they insisted we couldn't miss the legendary Old Key Lime House, right next to the Portugal team's hotel, where legend has it they serve the best key lime pie on the planet. If the National Team is seeking glory on the pitch, we've already been won over by the warmth of the people, and if football doesn't boost our ego, America has already ensured our table is set.

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