Farmhouse - Alferce - Alferce - PP018 AL

Farm of 7783m2 with electricity and water in Alferce - Monchique

Property located in the parish of Alferce, 20 min from Monchique and 40 min from Portimão, with a plot of more than 7783m2. One finds a semi-detached on one side of 125m2 to renovate and with but a part in ruin to rebuild of 63m2.
The land has fruit trees and the possibility of making a vegetable garden on terraces.
The property is equipped with electricity and spring water.
Excellent sun exposure East / West, catches the sun all day with a wonderful light.

This Quinta has a lot of potential and is ideal for who looking for a secluded place with tranquility in the heart of nature to enjoy the end of the week or live away from the stress of the city.

The best way to discover this authentic paradise is to come visit it.

Beauty also tires because of what it transmits to us in emotion. It's enough that colour is a cry, it's enough that mutations are intertwined. So, let's run away 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. A branch of two dozen meters takes us to the hot springs.

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

The water digs through 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 little note. Blue hydrangeas... A snobby garden pond... Three eucalyptus trees in whose trunks romantic girls carved hearts and wrote verses... A stone table... A fountain... The Fountain of Love.

A few large stones, which stopped when they encountered an obstacle, are reminiscent of the seeded terraces of the Zêzere valley. 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 down on our knees 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.