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PORTUGAL
Spring 1999 (3)
Return to
the Douro
Ligia
arrived right on time at 10:00 hrs. We decided to go to
Aveiro, on the coast, before heading up to Porto and then
east to the Douro region.
On the way
to Aveiro, we visited Costa Nova. This riverfront gem is
a fine place, with rows of unique, vividly striped houses
plus architectural designs from around the world. The
Mercado Costa Nova is primarily a seafood market, where
the wives of the fishermen sell the days' catch. But my
attention, true to form, was riveted on the awesome
displays of breads.
Aveiro is
called the Venice of Portugal because of its many canals.
The center of the town is quite pretty; colorful boats
are parked in the canal running through it. The
architecture is a blend of old and new in this rapidly
growing, prosperous area, which is surrounded by industry.
We found ourselves stopped by a procession of trucks; it
seems we had encountered a not uncommon truck festival.
While we waited for the traffic to move again, we admired
the beautiful white train station decorated with blue
tiles.
As we were
passing through Vila de Estarreja, we ran into slow
traffic because, to our delight, a fair was in progress.
Women in their traditional, colorful costumes were
selling produce, handicrafts and home cooked foods.
Costumed children were merrily dancing while nearby a man
was demonstrating how to shoe a horse. Booths were set up
all over where wonderful smelling foods were being cooked
and sold (outrageously large portions at very low prices)
to the assembled townspeople who sat on benches at tables
set up all over the square. A whole pig was slowly
roasting over an open fire while thick slices were being
carved for the folks in the waiting line. It was torture
working our way through this eating orgy. Did I mention
the huge breads and delicate pastries? One lady did
insist on cutting a few chunks off her honey wheat bread
for us to taste and she was so delighted when we
indicated our approval.
Espinho is
a splendid seaside town within commuting distance of
Porto. It's also a popular get-away spot with a
picturesque esplanade along the waterfront.
The
fishing village of Matosinhos, just outside Porto, was
our destination for lunch. This is the place for fish
fresh from the water and Grill O Xarroco, rua Herois de
Franca 507, is the place to prepare it for you.
Fortunately, Ligia had called ahead for reservations. The
place was packed, filled with families on this lovely,
sunny Sunday.
A fabulous
fish, feast it was! Carapau are tiny, sweet fish that are
lightly battered and fried and popped into your mouth
whole. Well, I did say popped into YOUR mouth whole! We
prefer to remove the heads, thank you very much. Oh,
those fantastic sardines again! These were grilled
perfectly crisp and the inside was firm and tasty. These
first two delicacies really got us into it and the
grilled sargo, a firm, delicious, white fish was the
exquisite main course. We have experienced some delicious
potato preparations in this country, but today we had
small white potatoes that had been grilled in olive oil,
garlic and coriander, which could become habit-forming,
served alongside steamed fresh carrots and turnip greens.
Vinho verde was the perfect choice for our wine.
As we drove east on the northern side of the
Douro winding around the mountain roads we again had the
thrill of viewing this relentless beauty. We had wanted
to visit Amarante but the roads leading into the town
were clogged because there was a fair in progress. We
decided we would check it out the next day, on our return
to Porto. Passing through Vila Real, we stopped at the
roadside stand of Cesario da Rocha Martins and bought a
few pieces of his handcrafted black pottery for which the
area is well known. The adorable small village of Sabrosa
sits high above Pinhao, overlooking the magical contours
of the landscape. Pinhao sits on the south bank of the
Douro in an idyllic location. As we descended, the river
sparkled in the sunlight and looked like a gigantic
mirror. It's curves at this point are in harmony with the
landscape rising high all around it; the impact of the
terraced vineyards sweeping down, up and sideways in
varying shades of green is spellbinding.
We crossed
the bridge over the Douro from north to south, passing
through Pinhao. Again, we climbed high above the town to
the one street village, Vale de Mendiz, a plateau jutting
out and totally surrounded by vineyard-covered mountains
and valleys with views of the river far below. At the end
of the street at the tip of the plateau is the Sandeman
guesthouse, Casa Santa Clara. Ligia had made arrangements
for us to overnight there.
This old home has been totally refurbished for the
purpose of opening it to the public in the future. Our
experience with Sandeman, from their
facility in Gaia to this guesthouse, is that whatever
they do, is done with style and refinement and in superb
taste. A lovely, happy couple, Jose Luis and Angelina,
care for the house. As we drove up, Jose Luis came
running out with a happy face and a hearty welcome. He
made the luggage disappear as Ligia led us around the
property introducing us to the setting around us.
The
guestrooms are delightfully decorated with marvelous old
and antique furnishings. The ensuite bathrooms are up-to-date,
fully equipped and thoughtfully supplied with cozy terry
robes. The restoration has retained the original
character of the old house but takes advantage of modern
comforts and conveniences. Before dinner, we relaxed in
the first floor sitting room; a crackling fire warmed the
chilled evening mountain air as we sipped our spritzers,
chilled white port with tonic water and lemon slices.
There is a large screen TV, but we just wanted to get
lost in our own thoughts and relive our experiences of
this marvelous day.
Angelina
is an accomplished chef who prepares and serves memorable
meals for the fortunate guests. You can make meal
arrangements when making your room reservations. Angelina
beckoned us to come to dinner and led us to a huge dining
room, with a very large dining table at which the three
of us were seated comfortably at one end. Piping hot
vegetable soup was a perfect beginning, followed by a
fabulous rendition of duck and rice. Tender, lean pieces
of duck and small pieces of ham are cooked in a clay
casserole along with rice and herbs, the result of which
is an exquisite comfort meal. The mixed salad was
composed of vegetables grown in their own garden and the
luscious bakes apples for dessert brought a huge smile to
Linda's face. With the meal, we had a very delicious full-bodied
wine from Sandeman which had not yet been offered to the
market. And no meal is complete in Portugal, particularly
at the Sandeman guesthouse, without a bit of port. The 20
year old tawny was the ultimate closer to a wonderful
meal and day.
We slept
soundly on the firm mattress and awoke to the music of
barnyard animals and birds. I couldn't wait to get
outdoors and enjoy the glory of the early morning sun and
fresh air and the sights and sounds surrounding us. It
was breathtaking and I was ready to move-in for a long
stay. Before long, Angellina called us in for breakfast
consisting of fresh squeezed orange juice, toast with
homemade quince jam and orange marmalade, luscious cheese
and another homemade delight, an orange sponge cake. I
suggested to Linda that it would be a good idea to take
Angelina home, a sentiment she echoed.
We zipped
down to the Pinhao dock and boarded the old, red,
outboard fireman's boat and proceeded west in the middle
of the river enjoying this brand new perspective of the
Douro landscape. Landing at Sandman's Quinto da Vau (wine
estate), we took an invigorating hike up through the
tiered vineyards, wild flowers and fruit trees, while
watching the winding river below grow smaller.
The lodge, where the staff is housed and the vinification
process takes place, is a fine old structure that some
day will be restored and remodeled to accommodate guests.
There are many such wine lodges in the area which have
been converted into wonderful accommodations.
Vineyards
are graded A-F and this one has an A-rating. The quantity
of grapes of each grade, for port wine production, is
limited by law. The balance of the production is used for
other wines.
Ligia had
told us about a bakery, Padaria Pastelaria, in the
Favaios region, not far from the guesthouse, that is
famous for its Bola, a bread that is stuffed with
assorted meats seasoned with olive oil and herbs and
baked in a large rectangular pan. It seems that it isn't
available until later in the afternoon. When we arrived
at the guesthouse, Jose Luis ran out to tell us that they
were making one especially for us so off we went to be
there when it came out of the oven. The bakery's old
ovens had seen better days so they recently moved to a
new location with huge new ovens, fueled in the old style,
by wood.
The dough,
consisting of flour, yeast, water and salt, is mixed
mechanically for forty minutes and then hand kneaded into
shape. While we were waiting, we sampled the bread, which
was dense and chewy with a crunchy crust, as we sipped
the famous muscatel for which Favaios is most famous.
There's a
big stone table outside the guest house on the edge of
the property overlooking the sweeping valleys below and
here we sat, enjoying the Bola (worth traveling for)
along with smoked sausage and an outstanding smoked pork
loin along with a refreshing spritzer. Leaving this
tranquility was not easy but Angelina beckoned us into
the dining room where our lunch awaited us. She had
marinated the pork in port wine and herbs and roasted it
to perfection. She also served us grilled sausages and
melt-in-the-mouth, light and fluffy bolinhos, cod fish
cakes. The Sandeman red wine, a 1996 Terracos do Douro,
was heaven. In 1991 late bottled vintage port went
perfectly with huge sweet strawberries begging to be
dipped in the bowl of melted chocolate. Have we died and
gone to heaven? We regretfully had to leave this comfy
place and the sweet Angelina and Jose Luis - until next
time.
At the
entrance to the village is the Museu dos Lagares, created
by Sandeman to demonstrate the history of port wine
making. Lagares are the round stone tanks in which the
grapes were crushed by foot. Groups of men with their
arms around each others' shoulders would tread the fruit
over and over to the sound of the concertina. Two large
lagares in the museum provide the introduction to the
short, comprehensive and fun tour that we found extremely
worthwhile.
Pinhao is
famous for its geographic location at the very center of
all this spectacular beauty, its blue and yellow tiled
train station and now for the new four star Vintage House
hotel. It's at the site of an old quinta at the river's
edge. The old house, lodges and gardens have been
refurbished preserving the traditional Douro style while
providing up-to-date, luxurious facilites. All the rooms
and public areas look out over the river and the
surrounding vineyards. The wide terrace front and
swimming pool sit above the river. This is certainly a
lovely alternative to the guest house option.
Between
Regua and Mesao Frio, we visited the Pousada Solar da
Rede. A long, tree-lined roadway leads to the transformed
Manor House - which is sheer elegance. There are also
cottages on the property, which have been converted to
lodgings. Beautiful gardens and river views complete the
picture.
Amarante
Our last
stop before Porto was Amarante, a sweet old town on the
banks of a rushing river. Along the main street the
restaurants and cafes on the river side have patios over
the river, which provide a most romantic experience. A
stunning stone bridge leads to the center, which is
dominated by a large Cathedral with a very striking
interior design and cloister. Walkways, paddle boats and
eateries provide a lively environment along the river.
Amarante is definitely worth a visit if you are in the
area.
After
checking in at our Hotel Infante de Sagres for our last
night in Portugal, we headed down to the Ribeira and the
restaurant D. Tonho. Located one floor up in one of the
old buildings on the river front, the interior has been
designed in a clean, simple, contemporary fashion with
large stone walls and a wood floor. We passed on most of
the appetizers they automatically bring to the table and
had only the chicken salad with potatoes and peas, which
was scrumptious. The three of us shared an excellent
arroz de marisco, rice with tons of shrimps, mussels and
clams and a 1997 white Bairrada from Quinta de
Pedraluites.
Once again
we leave Portugal with the joy one feels from remarkable
friendships and experiences.
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