Farmhouse - Marmelete - Marmelete - PP017 MA

3 Bedroom villa with swimming pool in the countryside between Portimao and Marmelete

Detached villa with 3 bedrooms, two bathrooms, open space kitchen connected to the dining room with fireplace, located 15 minutes drive from major cities like Portimão, Monchique or Lagos.

Adjacent there is another large living room with fireplace. The whole house is equipped with air-conditioning.

Outside we have a covered area with grill, oven, dishwasher and table to enjoy the moments with family and friends inserted in a land of 5600m2 wooded with palm trees and fruit trees.

This property also has a mobile home with kitchen and living room, 3 bedrooms, bathroom and covered terrace.

It has a closed garage and a covered carport that can accommodate 4 cars. There is also an annex with a snooker table and games machines.

There is also a piece of land (3000m2) completely flat with lots of potential for tennis, football, horses, glamping and other activities.
This villa of modern architecture and very comfortable fits perfectly into nature.

With fantastic areas, it is distinguished by the quality of materials in its construction, with all the equipment it has.

In addition to good interior areas, the villa has a fantastic outdoor space that enriches the experience of your day-to-day life in a true Oasis.

Come and see your new home, we are waiting for you.

The beauty also tires for what transmits us in emotion. It is enough that the colour is a scream, it is enough that the mutations are intertwined. So let's flee from the blues, the reds, the yellows, let's comfort our tired spirit a little. Only the green will serve us as balsam and Monchique will be the next point to reach.

The mountain, seen from afar, is nothing more than a good photographic background,Stop looking at those salt lands. They are sad and barren as death.
The Ribeira de Boia flows to our left and the ground begins to convulse. The hills gradually rise, join one another in deep folds and the road winds between schist barriers like a reptile buffeted by the sun.

The vegetation thickens. Profiled acacias flank the black tarred carriageway, and the small patches of pine forest descend to us.
Now, acacias, cedars and eucalyptus almost intertwine, defying the sun's rays to cross their compact foliage.

Let's go down to Paradise. A dome of foliage protects us and the limpid stream runs softly around pebbles that are sometimes black, sometimes reddish. Small sun-eyes mark luminous circles on the brown earth. A bridge... A small waterfall... Cicadas sing and everything is green around us.

The water digs into the schistose strata, gets deeper and deeper and the path becomes narrower and narrower. Below a disjunct dam, beyond the arch of a bridge.

A small note. Blue hydrangeas... A snobby garden pond... Three eucalyptus trees on whose trunks romantic girls carved hearts and wrote verses... A stone table... A fountain... The Fountain of Love.

On the way to Monchique, the terraced hillsides sometimes have the appearance of Roman amphitheatres.

Once you have started climbing up to Foia, look around you. In front, the soft patches of green of the groves which rise on either side of the Ribeira da Serra; at our feet, the steps of a monumental stairway which descends to Pé da Cruz and, to the north, the village which seems to be lying on the edge of a hill.

Wherever he found an inch of arable land, man erected walls to defend against erosion and planted gardens. How hard he worked... Water flows everywhere. It makes us want to fall overboard in prayer to the earth...

The density of the trees decreases as we climb, the sharp edges of the stone masses are daggers that seek to hurt us, the air becomes purer, the temperature drops and the mountain welcomes us disdainfully.

A wide curve... The pyramid of Foia...
We lose the notion of distances, it seems as if we were standing before a relief map. The Alentejo, in its vastness, as if it were stretching out... The outline of the coastline appears to us clear, sharp... clear patches of many houses together. Portimão... Alvor... Lagos... The sands of Meia Praia... Further away, Sagres and S. Vicente... And to the sides of Algezur the mountains seem full of wombs.