as a little girl i didn't care much about portugal's history classes.
but there's one that got stuck in my memory from the very 1st time i heard it.
it was the story about pedro and inês' love.
a story that is both passionated and a little morbid.
as i walked around their tombs, in alcobaças' monastery, i couldn't feel the love in that space.
what i could feel, however, was this overwhealming sensation of peace.
and the realization that sometimes stories that sound like a fairytale are indeed true.