Sit under the blue skies with the warm white sand under your feet. The sands of Sao Martinho do Porto, the perfect place for peace and harmony.
This coastline town is where my longtime Portuguese friends of forty-five years happen to spend their summers with their family. My last visit in 1988 was to do design work with Gigi on her new apartment.
This visit, my third, I finally got to see the finished product.
This also was a chance to hug the family, and speak a little Portuguese. (Eu falar um pouco). Whenever I see Gigi’s mom, her sisters and cousins, I learn more. I like to speak the language. It is phonetic, and you really have to roll the “r”.
From the balcony you can enjoy the vista.
Once a sleepy fishing village, Sao Martinho is now a favorite summer resort of the Portuguese and the bay is surely one of the most beautiful in Portugal.
The origins of the village date back to 1257. It was later famous for its ship building activities in the 16th Century during the times of the Great Portuguese navigators, but the real heyday of the village, as a resort, was during the fifty year span of 1880-1930.
Nestling between the modern buildings on the seafront there are still some of the original villas.
On the road out of Sao Martinho and near the Post Office stands the splendid old
Hotel Parque, now closed. It was also once a family home. In 1988 I had a room at the hotel. It was wonderful. There were two tennis courts. The clay is long gone, only to see the grown grasses bending in the breezes. The bar, once a popular gathering place in town, is disguised by overgrown foliage and trees.
Not far from here is a busy
little fruit and vegetable market and there are always restaurants, bars and cafes to be found.
There is still so much more to talk about. I will, next week. Will you come with me? Have you guessed what makes the magic in Portugal? Tell me what you think.