Writing this post was not easy.

I wanted to give some information about the Douro river, in the north of Portugal. My not-that-great memory assured me I had already spoken about it – and it was right.

I could tell you about the uncertain origin of the name Douro (maybe related to the Celtic tribes that existed there before the Romans, maybe related to the god Durius…). I could speak about all the monuments, cities, towns and villages that exist on its margins. I could even write about all the dams and bridges you can find there. But how could I put into words the foggy mornings and the peaceful water surface?

I don’t think I could.