Outsiders may know you as a haven of beaches on the western edge of continental Europe. They associate with your dark cliffs, fancy hotels, golf courses and restaurants serving ameijoas à bulhão pato, caldo verde and salada de polvo.
They are the people who visit.
To the insiders, those of us who are used to your grey castles hovering over small white villages, you are not a fancy destination: You are a place of desolation. You represent a lack of financial support and a lack of opportunity.