Land with 110920m2 with fantastic view over mountains and stream with plenty of water - Monchique

Land with 110920m2, situated in the village of Monchique with fantastic views over the mountains and stream with plenty of water

The land has many trees, flypers and medronheiros and there are several spaces for storage.
Some attachments that can be used for various purposes.
Great potential to rebuild your dream home.

we're waiting for you,

Beauty also tire so much for what it conveys to us in emotion. It is enough that the color is a scream, it is enough that the mutations are in the way. So let's get away from the blues, the reds, the yellows, let's comfort the tired spirit a little. Only green will serve us as balm and Monchique will be the next point to reach.
The saw, seen from afar, is just a good photographic background, Stop looking at these salty terrains. They're sad and sterile like death.

Run on the left the buoy river and the soil begins to convulse. The hills gradually take height, unem.se each other in deep folds and the road winds between shale barriers like a sun-smoutreptile.

Vegetation thickens. Profiled acacia sway line the tarmac, black scroll strip, and the small pine forest spots descend to us. (...)
Now, acacia trees, cedars and eucalyptus almost intertwine by challenging the rays of the sun to pass through their compact foliage. A two-dozen-meter extension leads us to the terme.

Go down to Paradise. A dome of foliage protects us and the clear stream runs softly surrounding pebbles or black, now reddish. Small sun eyes mark on the brown earth luminous circles. A bridge... A little waterfall... Cicadas sing and everything is green around us.
The water is digging the shale extracts, deepens more and more and the path tightens, strangles. Below a disjointed dam, beyond the arch of a bridge.

A little note. Blue hortenses... A garden snob lake... Three eucalyptus trees on whose trunks romantic girls spiked hearts and wrote verses... A stone table... A source... The source of the Loves.

Some large stones, which stopped when encountering any obstacle, resemble the so-called poios of the Zêzere valley. On the way to Monchique, the terraced slopes sometimes look like Roman amphitheaters.

The ascent to foia has started, let's look around. In front of the soft green flap of the soutos that rise from one and the other side of the serra stream; at our feet the steps of a monumental staircase that descends to the Foot of the Cross and to the north the village that seems lying on the flap of a cerro.

Where he found a body of arable land, man erected walls of defense against erosion and planted gardens. How painful your effort... The water runs everywhere. It makes us want to fall into a ground prayer

Low density afforestation as we rise, the sharp edges of the stone masses are daggers that seek to hurt us, the air becomes purer, the temperature drops and the mountain receives us contemptuously.
A wide curve... The Pyramid of Foia.

The notion of distances is lost, it seems that we look at an embossed map. The Alentejo, in its vastness, as if to stretch... The cutout of the coast appears to us sharp, creased... light spots of many houses together. Portimão... Alvor... Lakes... The sands of Meia Praia... Further afield, Sagres and S. Vicente... And to the sides of Aljezur the hills look like scummed ventres, caldo