I had decided to stay at least one night at a vineyard in the Douro while we were in Portugal. Round hills with steep vineyards where I would be served the estate's crisp white wine in condensation-sweaty glasses at sunset.
There are places that take you back in history. Time bubbles that no one dares to puncture, where everything just continues to live its historical little life. This is a story about how we inadvertently went on a trip back to the 1920s. Complete with a cooking lesson that could have been created by the History Eaters.
Our second hotel in Portugal turned out to be a really good choice, with an incredibly beautiful mosaic pool and a breakfast I wished would never end...