June 1993. Two brothers confess to their father their dream of travelling to Santiago in the summer holidays and they ask him to lend them his beloved old red Seat 128 so that they can drive there. They are young, adventurous and no more than twenty-five years old. Their father, an elderly, prudent man who is a wine-lover, lends them his car for two weeks in August on one condition: they must return with the best red wine in the Iberian Peninsula. The brothers, who have been brought up to follow the family wine-making tradition, set off on the journey without believing in miracles, but with the conviction that the most prized treasures are those that have remained undiscovered. Near Santiago, on a local road in the Rías Baixas region, an inopportune flat tyre obliged them to stop and take a walk under the stars to seek help. They come to an old farmhouse surrounded by vineyards. They knock on the door in desperation and a man opens it. The man offers them shelter and two glasses of wine which he says he harvests and produces using his own methods. It is not a red wine but neither is it of this world. There, in that small winery, they discover the gem they were looking for and their particular pilgrimage makes sense: Erasmus was quite right when he said, “Wine speaks the truth”.
However, the story had only just begun. Do you want to know what happens next?