Trip to Elvira
On the highlands of Northern, Douro Valley spread a layout of traditional apartment buildings. All, similar in appearance and structure. Between rows of these close-knitted buildings, were interlocked roadways that could barely accommodate two cars. Nonetheless, the road network was remarkably connected.
The neighborhood in this urban part of Douro valley was thriftily managed so that none was left for planting gardens and trees.
Besides, going to the mall with the Edmundos, I never came to this part of Douro Valley but I knew many people from here. I was the locked away Princess who never left her castle; no, I shook my head, correcting myself; the savage princess in a log cabin.
Pedro, who sat beside me wondered what was going through my mind and Hugo on the passenger seat bored Tania with talks about all the happenings in school over the last three weeks of her absence.