PASTEL DE BACALHAU

We get to know the path of the shepherds up close, driven by a generational passion. We grew up among them, the sheep, the milk, the thistle, the immensity of the mountains. We continue to smell the wild bushes, the soft sensation of the sheep's wool, the freshness of the milk, the sound of the rattles that mixes with the gurgles of the flock, the cold water of the streams running over our feet, the codfish cakes that we took for lunch and the cheese that we enjoyed sitting on the floor with the mountainous horizon as far as the eye could see. A privilege.