I met the "Presidente de Junta" - the mayor, basically. We went to the municipality and talked about mills and stuff. Then he took me for coffee, where he invited a couple of older gents. Turned out one of them was the godson of the former owner of our place. The history flowed: the owner was a Senor Felix. So the house is known in the village as that "A casa de Senor Felix" (the house of Mr Happy) !
Our new connection to the history of the land went on to regale us with tales of scrumptious strawberries grown behind the kitchen. Of the chicken run. Hoards of fruit trees and vines.
They are delighted that finally someone's come along to renovate the old place. Was / is falling to pieces.
Photos soon...
Views and news from our life as it goes along - from rebuilding ruins in Portugal, adventures in Scotland through post-disaster recovery around the world where disasters and poverty are permanent overlords. These are some of our stories and quests for transition
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