Whitewashed ranches surrounded by golden fields and filled with black and white souvenirs have seen a family passing the baton to the next generation for two centuries. Here, old tools and yellowed boxes are upgraded to decorations. Every morning (freshly roasted) boiling coffee is served in flagons made of iron and glass. Handmade ceramic sets are painted in the perfect tone of light blue and the small bazar can be compared to our favourite concept stores in Paris. Afternoon breaks are conceived as a serious ritual and we can taste them wherever we are. We can choose between vanilla plumcakes and frozen fruit skewers. The path leading to our room seems to be inspired by one of the novels we read when we were young girls. This place belongs to us, even before we dive into the stone pool, even before, laying on our loungers, we spot buffalos glazing peacefully beyond the small wall, even before we taste the homemade bread and olive oil while watching swallows flying with a pink sunset on the background, even before we wake up in an amazingly rich, outstanding brunch. São Lourenço do Barrocal is our new way of dreaming about the Far West.
Words and pictures Laura Taccari. Translation Margherita Di Giovannantonio.