When life was simple and our little room a World, a trip to the home of distant relatives seemed infinite and exciting in all its curves. "Are we there yet?" The promise of a remote paradise, where we knew by heart all the smells, sounds and tastes. And when we got there we fell into arms that loved by default, in excess of everything. All the things that the heart kept had to flow out and echo in every corner. The warm bed, the fire fluttering, the nose in the air and all the time in the world. Slow as the hours and days that only end in the longing return.

Herdade da Matinha is like that, simple as life once was. Simple as life should be. In the heart of Costa Alentejana, in Aldeia do Cercal, you will find a house that has arms and is always waiting for you.