When life was simple and our little room a World, a trip home to distant relatives seemed endless and exciting in all its curves. have we arrived? Is there much left? The promise of a remote paradise where we knew by heart all smells, sounds and flavors. And upon arrival they awaited us arms that loved, by default, in excess of everything. 

Loud they announced to us so that everyone would know the good news. Because all the things the chest kept had to flow out and echo everywhere. The washed bed, the swirling fire, the guessing nose in the air, and the sweet passing of time, slow as the hours and days that only end in longing for a return. 

The Matinha Estate It is as simple as life was once. Simple as life should be. In the middle of the Alentejo Coast, in Aldeia do Cercal, you will find a house that has arms and is always waiting for you.

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