Minho

The second morning at Casa do Fragao, clouds fill Cavado Valley, so we feel as though we are on an island. Mountaintops across the valley light up with morning sun. Clouds are piled up and spilling over into sky and up to heaven. The color of creamy milk with a wash of lavender hue, layers of stratus clouds are accented with puffs of cumulus, the penmanship of gods. Beneath, in constant motion, slowly seeking their way, others drift up narrow passageways between mountains or along ridges, dissolving and recollecting; making the visible invisible. Over this incomparable beauty, this magnificent landscape, a silent cerulean sky holds all in balance.