Everything was feeling heightened. The smell of the rain in the pine trees, mixed with the eucalyptus and the ferns, the rolling fog into the valley. In one instant, we became kids again. Climbing on trees, crouching under rocks, jumping in puddles. I couldn’t help but run to the next sight, it being down a hill or up the stairs and twirling around in the rain. This could have been anywhere, and we forgot where we were, lost in memories of past travels. It was wonderful.
Peneda-Gerês National Park