Douro sanctuary of hunger

Douro sanctuary of hunger

It was oven day. There was a small girls gathering and fire warmed the dome where shaped dough turned into breads and biscuits. These girls are in their sixties, so they helped each other. At night, we closed the door and brought everything to the kitchen. A long time...
Olives are your eyes

Olives are your eyes

Olives are your eyes, deep black eyes. A sentence from the past that still lights up an entire room. Olives are about to be cropped. This year, just like everything else in Nature, it wasn´t an easy upbringing, yet, we are full of expectations. Soon, we will get them...
Oh, honey, honey

Oh, honey, honey

Natural sweetness straight from delicate and laboriously made masterpieces, honeycombs. Bees are an old thing in Douro. Our family had them. Well, had, problably isn´t the best word. They were there, next to people, sometimes literally next to their doors. People say...