After soaking in this Tsunami of colours and sunshine, on the Avenue da Liberdade, the mind went back to some unfinished business, to look for the young son of a politician friend from Goa, who moved to Lisbon and worked his way into the palate and taste buds of Lisbonkars, who has a restaurant just behind the avenue. He is a rebel of sorts, has been doing his thing, and has a name like Jesus. To many in Lisbon, he is the Lord of Goan food; to this wanderer, he just seemed like a very happy boy who cooks from the heart, twisting and innovating his mother’s recipes from her kitchen in Canacona.