Once upon a time... a house. Things can get complicated when one projects to himself. Constrains get to turn into radical issues developing into project distress. Soitinho's house, turns its back to the pathway that takes one there; it gazes at the landscape, leaning over the Dão (river). There it stands upon the rocks and cliffs and seams to relate with them in the most respectful and peaceful way. Residual or full operational soil-sustainers walls granite made so accurately disposed here and there denounce de long gone existence of people that minded the land,... generous land.
Down there a vineyard, big, beautiful, proud as if rising over the oblivion of the surrounding lands. In cool mornings of Soitinho one may observe the serpent like path of mist, caressing the Dão...
positively surreal, eventually sensual; that's the place to witness the awesome colour shifting of nature, in vineyards, oak trees, mimosas and so on to the river itself. Of course, that's also the place for the fox, the owl, rabbit, squirrel, many others and some few that love to be in that sky, open wide wings, high above, almost motionless... (one would call them goshawks, maybe eagles; they don't mind). A overwhelming question: how not to worship a place like this?