Arrábida, amidst sinuous curves and (very few) flashing cars passing by on the other way I find myself right next to our target, I drive my car into the small space available chosing not to just drive by. We're four inside, I close the lights and we're captured by the tree tops against a stary sky and lighted river mouth. Joy is captive of very short moments which are streched longside our living by the strength of memory and the feeling of nostalgy.