My misfortune with the spicy | timeline

As the son of a wine producer on the island of São Miguel, when a family came from Ribeira Grande to take care of Vila Franca do Campo, the day was a party. The strawberry aroma of the smelling wine from the vat (lovely smell that João Paulo Martins has not yet caught, but I still hope it will happen one day), the snacks my mother made, the stories that were told , the hugs and vows of eternal friendship (especially at the end of the day) that all wow a ten year old.