The summer in Portugal is an eternal heatwave, where everything stands still in humble obedience to the sun’s might. At midday, you’ll see the blurriness at the hot air rising from the soil. The sun is yellow with warmth in the afternoon and twilight takes over in beautiful colours. This is where I grew up.
At the edge of Europe, here is this nation, with a long and complex history. With many delights and quirks, that makes me happy to call it my other homeland.
This southern part of Portugal, Alentejo, has its own spirit, it’s own nature, it’s own magic.
what makes Alentejo magical?
the golden afternoon light
listening to the crickets at night
the endless stary sky
the fresh grapes, nespas, oranges and figs you pick from the tree
the undoubtful heat that fills the air
the sound of cows on the pasteur, with their bells
the icy Atlantic Ocean
the lazy cat or dog lying in the sun
the sunsets over the sea
feeding pears to donkeys
the crooked cork trees, named chaparros
the short espresso and something sweet or savoury
the scent of heat
all the traditional food
the dramatically beautiful coastline
the small winding paths down to secret beaches
the ever-present fishing heritage
the dry plants and weeds that make for an eternal bouquet
the fog over the river in the morning
a cup of coffee in the early sun
the sound of waves crashing on the beach
its valleys full of small creeks and wildlife
Happy Summer dreaming,
ps – have you ever been?