There's a lot more to this traditional fishing village than those giant outbursts of ocean energy, exploding in an impressive 3D-fireworks in front of the cliffs at Praia do Norte. When I woke up at my friend Lourenco's house and stepped out on the balcony, the sun was warming my cheek as I looked over all these rooftops with their red tiles, a smell of incent in the air reminding me of a similar setting in India. The roads were busy for it's market day on wednesdays. Fresh coffee makes my nose drag the rest of my body into one of the little cafes. As I walk along the beach I see men and women washing and peeling the last night's catch. Some of the fish and squid are being spread out on grids to dry in the sun. An intense experience of tasting the sea. Lourenco and I are having lunch together before I'm heading to Peniche and he goes back to work in the industrial plant. A social experiment he calls it during one of our philosophical conversations.