A Journey on the Douro Historical Train

I was just thinking that out the window the green sings and that, for a moment, I feel like I'm dancing with the wind. Round and round I go, from there to here, there somewhere, I don't even know, just living, travelling. In this window seat, where I find myself, I'm travelling on the tracks of a train that met in time and that, now more than ever, and so close to us, is made whole, is making its way.

‘I spend a happy life with my little song. I go from street to street selling fresh water’.

You can hear the traditional songs bouncing from coach to coach. And another and another and ... ‘Oh blacksmith, guard your daughter, don't put her in the window...’. The accordion, tambourine and drum with their rhythmic beats spin around the strings of the cavaquinho. The voices repeat the refrains that time has preserved, quatrains that are never lost, that last for lifetimes and that belong to the land. It is also in music that the journey is made, where tradition is not lacking and where the whole region is made known in the famous Régua sweets, in the glass of Port that cannot be missed, in the traditional costumes and in the people who fill every seat of this train with joy.