Q is for Quinta

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“Quinta” is the Portuguese word for a country home or farmhouse.

It’s something I’ve long aspired to, though I’m more likely to end up in a beach hut!  This place on Armona would be fine, with bougainvilea tumbling over the walls, and a pot or two of welcoming hibiscus on the doorstep.

I might go for this tropical look

Isn’t it wonderfully tropical?  Imagine those palms rustling in the breeze.

There’d be a lemon tree and a fig tree.  Maybe a lime too, but no oranges.  I’ve never liked oranges, though the blossom is very pretty.  I have no idea how long it takes to produce a decent vintage of grape, but the notion of a few vines and their dangling temptation is very appealing.

A little grape trampling anyone?

A little grape trampling anyone?

A Portuguese house isn’t a home without an azulejo panel.  Maybe even two!

There's those tempting grapes again!

There’s those tempting grapes again!

And a barco rabelo!  What more would I need?

And a barco rabelo! What more would I need?

And this view of the Douro might come at more than I can afford.

This view of the Douro might come at more than I can afford.

Especially with the swimming pool!

Especially with the swimming pool!

The Vintage Hotel, Pinhao

And I could live with wooden ceilings and floors! (The Vintage Hotel, Pinhao)

But I’m getting a little carried away now.  It easily happens, doesn’t it?  You know I’d never want to be too far from my salt marshes.

When I first visited Portugal I read my “Rough Guide” from cover to cover.  One of the Algarve recommends was Quinta de Marim – a nature reserve with a tidal mill.  It wasn’t far away, just 2kms east of Olhao, but finding it was a different proposition.  I seem to have the ability to blatantly disregard directions in a guide book, while still being convinced that I am on the right track!

Eventually we got there, and I loved what I found.  Nothing very fancy.  A few nature trails.  Wild flowers thriving quite happily in the salt air.  The gentle lap of the water flowing through the tidal mill, itself just an old quinta.  I need to go back, and soon.

The salt marshes at Fuzeta

Salt marshes at Fuzeta

The tidal mill at Quinta de Marim

The tidal mill at Quinta de Marim

This post hasn’t gone quite the way I thought it would, but this is my Personal A-Z Challenge, and I hope you’ve enjoyed it so far.  My customary thanks go to Julie Dawn Fox for conceiving the challenge, and to Frizz who daily inspires and entertains me.  This week his A-Z has reached QQQ.  Follow the links and logos for a little inspiration yourself.

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88 comments

    1. They are usually blue and yellow on a white background, Shakti, and that is the traditional style, but there are variations and modern ones. Thanks a lot for your comment. 🙂

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  1. Great post, Jo. I love quintas – the image of a quaint cosy farmhouse surrounded by flowers and fruit trees really appeals, doesn’t it? I’ve stayed in several quintas in Portugal and loved every one of them.

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  2. quinta like finca (Spanish)?
    I remember sexta quinta quarta
    as my school classes …
    P.S.:
    barco rabelo = I’ve just booked
    a short vacancy on a houseboat
    – very curious we are…

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  3. You have a wonderful way with words Jo, you had me believing that I was there among those palms, limes, grapes and sunshine 🙂 We have some ourselves today…well the sunshine at least!

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    1. I think I’ve dreamed up some sunshine today, Viv! Not sure how I did it, but it’s very welcome. I’m meeting a friend in Durham so we can go strolling on the riverbanks 🙂

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    1. They hang in a beach bar we use, near Tavira, Marcia. It’s so tempting when the waiters aren’t looking! 🙂
      Are you blogging somewhere else now? I noticed you followed me on Twitter so I’ll come and check later.

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  4. Oh, Jo, I so want a quinta. I can’t tell you how much!

    By the way, I got an adorable surprise birthday card in the mail today. You are such a sweetheart! It made my day, truly. 🙂 Thanks, Jo, from the bottom of my heart. 🙂

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  5. What a dream house. I can see why you want to go back. At least you will have the directions down. 🙂 We grew grapes once…the wild turkeys found them and devoured them before we could harvest them. 🙂 So much for the romantic notion of having our our own grapes, but we do grow mangos, bananas, limes and pineapples. Not bad for our Quinta in the city.

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