In the quiet of a woodland where everything sounds like poetry, Bom Jesus draws us into a conversation with the senses. The wind carries its whispered voice until, after a while, it sounds a little like our own inner voice. The trees entwine like sisters, embracing all who pass.
Nature has chosen to wear her loveliest cloak. Within its folds, cedars, oaks, cork oaks and camellias, bound to the earth by roots and love, rock us gently on our way to the lake. It is the place where all our encounters and memories meet, where we find the meaning of who we are.
