(n.) A mixture of longing for a person, place or pretty much anything in the world and nostalgia for someone or something that is no longer near or with you, whether its absence is temporary or permanent.
... and that's pretty much what I've been feeling since my schoolmates and I came back from Portugal. Because let me tell you, we had the time of our lives. We ran in sneakers all morning through downtown Lisbon, went clubbing on a Tuesday night, shopped 'til we dropped at the mall, hosted clandestine parties at hotel rooms (it didn't really matter whose room it was), tried and ridiculously failed to speak portuguese with the locals... the word incredible falls short to describe how this trip was. Also, can I just say that I felt like I was actually a local (despite the fact that I didn't understand the language at all, obviously) while I stayed there?