Douro

What happens when the landscape you have known all your life suddenly begins to speak differently?
Some places are discovered.
Others are inherited.
They enter us long before we understand what they mean. They become part of the way we see distance, silence, work, beauty, loss, and belonging.
For me, the Douro is one of those places.
I come from the north of Portugal, from a territory where mountains shape the horizon, villages carry generations of memory, and the land has never been separated from the people who work it.