Posts tagged “badamalos


stone street and houses in Badamalos

I can't wait to tell you
about Portugal's wonder,
her winding trails,
and her charming ways.

We were tucked away, deep,
in a quaint stone village 
for the first few days,
within Guarda's undulating hills.
With views extending as far as
the eye could see.

Badamalos, has that quality,
of slowing you right down,
encasing you within it's
warmed summer stone walls.

We spent precious family moments,  
laughing, playing, jumping in the Coa river.
We ate and sang at the top of our voices,
danced, by the candle light
until the skies were dotted with stars.

We woke up early and slept late, 
trailed up to hidden, peaceful, spots.
Sat on boulders, at hill tops, 
and raised our arms to empty skies.

badamalos stone house old roof tiles


grape leaves and stone house

terracota door and stone houses badamalos

blue dress, lettuce and licken badamalos

grapes and hand

walking to the hill top badamalos


boulder detail badamalos

undulating hills badamalos

river view from hills Badamalos

tree and river coa detail

reflection river coa

water moody coa river

river coa splash

hill peak badamalos


On stone walls and old weathered doors

I have a place that lives in my heart,
one filled with pattern,
on stone walls of old village houses,
and old weathered doors.
With discoloured windows,
slowly crumbling into the past.

stonne house

stone and wood

dusty oil lamp

blue weathered door

yellow/blue window


One that preserves tradition,
always in love with slow living.
Where familiarity never ceases to be.

Badamalos, is close to my heart.
It's houses, are like extensions of their surrounding.
With local boulders,
hand carved and arranged almost in an arbitrary fashion.
Patiently dilapidated by time,
decorated with old weathered doors,
ancient floor boards,
with dusty old oil lamps reflecting into dark starry nights.

Do you know of places so dear and sure of who they are and where they will be?