Inatel Linhares front view |
Looking down from the mezzanine |
View of the castle from our window |
We were unable to eat at the hotel that evening, as the restaurant was not open, so we drove back into the nearby town of Celorico, where we had a good meal - veal casserole with rice and beans, tornados of veal with salad and chips, filet of veal with casserole vegetables, and fish steaks with salad and potatoes. Very nice, washed down with a good bottle of wine.
The one and only cafe |
Next day we walked around the town, had a coffee at the little coffee shop (the only one in town) and climbed the hill up to the castle. Wonderful 360 deg. views, and from there we also spotted a cemetery, which Lorraine has been looking for ever since we arrived. We headed in that direction and were joined by a little old lady and her husband out for a walk. They must both have been well into their eighties, and the lady insisted on speaking to me in Portuguese, with a big smile. I managed to get across to her that we were going to have a look at the cemetery, and she proudly led us to the grave of her grandparents - her grandfather was born in 1812 and lived well into his eighties. Most of the people in the graveyard had lived long lives - must be all the walking up and down the mountain on twisting, cobbled roads and clear mountain air. We also stopped at the one and only 'Artisan' shop where Lorraine bought herself a pair of woollen slippers (in the heat of the Spanish sun) and I bought an interesting locally produced blackcurrant liqueur - I say, 'interesting' because although I love the colour of it (a brilliant purple/blue), I'm not so sure about the taste. Oh well, we're supporting the local economy.
Back to the hotel for a swim in the nice cool pool, then a catchup on my blog before making the increasingly difficult decision about where to go for dinner. However, as there is only one restaurant in this tiny little village, on this occasion it was easy. We walked up the hill to have a bottle of champagne as we watched the sunset over the castle before dinner. On the way we stopped at the restaurant Cova da Loba and were told that they were full - we've done it again. But they said they could fit us in around 9-9.30 so we grabbed it. We headed to the castle just in time to catch the sunset through one of the arches, and we enjoyed our bottle of wine in the tranquillity.
Returning from the castle we saw welcoming lights in the Festa Social Club, a club whose sole responsibility is to prepare the village for a festival in August each year. A committee is elected each year (and surprisingly, it is usually the same people, the same as it works in any club throughout the world) and they have to raise money by selling drinks and snacks in their little club. A man was in the doorway having a smoke, and we asked if we could come in - he was happy to invite us in, as he had spent several years in the US, and wanted to keep his English up to date. We had a great chat with him while he sold us some drinks, and he insisted that that I try their local liqueur, 'Licor Beirao' - I was happy to, and he gave me a very generous glass -it was good. We told him we were going to Cova da Loba for dinner and he said we would be surprised at the restaurant - it was not a typical Spanish restaurant, but fine dining, and very good food.
To say we were surprised would be an understatement. You walked into an old stone building, down a wooden ramp surrounded by barrels of beer and wine bottles artfully lit and arranged, then into a cavern which was tastefully furnished in a mixture of old and new. And the restaurant was full. I think we had the best meal of our trip so far at this place.
We loved this place so much we tried to book a further night, but it was fully booked for an upcoming festival (we always seem to get our timing wrong, it would have been lovely to stay for the festival), so it was on to our next stop at Valladolid in central Spain.
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