My beloved Portugal (Word challenge poem)

My beloved Portugal

It was love at first sight.
The blue skies, the jolly folk
that gathered at the local market square,
the scent of smoked meat that seemed to
greet your nostrils everywhere you went.

I love the natives. Although their behavior
seems a little ostentatious at first sight,
they are so charming once you really get
to know them.

Once I visited a typical Portuguese bar
and the local bellwether was having
his weekly chat with his audience.
I was captivated by his enthusiasm
within seconds. These people have an aura
of grandeur around them.

The one thing that makes the Portuguese
people stand out is their complete lack
of xenophobia. They embrace every stranger
that visits their country. However odd he may
appear to them.

But alas, nothing lasts forever. Tourism is
rapidly polluting the mind of the gentlest of
people...my sweet Fado singing nation.
It will take a deus ex machina to turn the tide.

This poem was made for an RTVW club challenge.
We had to use five words, one for each stanza and the words were:

-jollification/ jolly
-ostentatious
-bellwether
-xenophobia
-deus ex machina