A Month of Portugal...Monsanto, the Most Portuguese Village in the World, Pt. 2

View of not one, but two countrysides - Portugal and Spain - from the Castle of Monsanto.

Soo, last time I told you all about the kooky little village of Monsanto, deemed to be "The Most Portuguese Village of Portugal". I mentioned the amazing boulders, the Macgyver-like building around same boulders, and its' various claims to fame.

Now we'll get to my favorite bits, the castle and the necropolis.

Don't get me wrong, I positively loved the boulder houses. It's amazing what people throughout the ages have done to adapt to their environment.

But there's a castle!

And even better, a necropolis!

Yay!!!

 Yes, I am a trained archeologist, why do you ask? 😁

Walking up through the Flintstones' Bedrock to get to the Castle

The castle, or some version of a fortified settlement, has sat atop this particular mountain since prehistoric times. It's had quite a tumultuous real estate history, having passed through many hands -  Roman, Visigoths, Moors, Knights Templar, and eventually to the rulers of Portugal.

Not a bad view, eh?

It was then continuously occupied until 1815, when it pretty much blew to smithereens by a massive explosion of a magazine powder keg which was stored within its' walls.

Castle Wall - likely rebuilt in the 20th-century

It then stayed in ruins until the 20th century, when some enterprising folks, aka the fascist government, decided to reconstruct it, with varying degrees of verisimilitude.  Kind of like what they did in Lisbon, with the Castle of St. George.

It's pretty, but maybe not so accurate. 😉

Atop the castle wall

There's not much to see inside the castle walls, but for the more daring (not I, dear reader, not I), there's a lot of climbing to be had and a whole lot of boulders to conquer.

The really good stuff - for me at least - came after the castle.

Did you think we were done climbing?
Nope, more climbing ahoy!

Which brings us to the Chapel of St. Michael. Or the ruins of the Chapel, as it has no roof, and most of its interior has been stripped away.

Chapel of St. Michael...see those big holes in front?
We'll get to them in a moment.

Interior of Chapel of St. Michael

It dates from the 12th century - thereby its' Romanesque style - and was restored in the 20th century. It's a pretty simple structure, with only a few bits of decoration.

Unidentified symbol on outside wall (top left) plus capitals,
including one with anthropomorphic figure (bottom right)

And then the necropolis! 😍

Given the terrain and the material they had to work with, the dead of this settlement were buried directly into the rock. Many sarcophagi-like shapes were carved directly into the granite, both in front of the sanctuary and all around it.

Anthropomorphic tombs cut directly into the granite.

 

 

Funerary stones

As was customary at the time, some of the parishioners were buried directly inside the church, but the surrounding tombs are the ones that really impress.

Some can be found in neat rows, right in front of the church, but others are scattered all over the very rocky terrain surrounding the chapel.

It was wonderful to walk around and suddenly spot yet another hole cut into the rock, and realize that for hundreds of years, it served as the resting place for dozens and dozens of families.

I also spotted some stand alone tombs, likely used as troughs in more recent years.  Many a Roman and Medieval tomb has been upcycled into barn furniture by enterprising (and callous) folk.




It was very moving to be there, to sense all of the lives lived and celebrated in that small spot. And then to see the view from that sacred place, and feel at once a sadness and a connection to all those who once rested there.

View from Necropolis

A Month of Portugal...Monsanto, the Most Portuguese Village in the World, Pt. 1

I’d heard of Monsanto eons ago, as probably most Portuguese peeps have. I had this vague image of it as a village high up in the mountains, very typical of the area, and very typical in general of Portugal.

Monsanto

I might have even looked it up once upon a time in one of my books about Portugal. One of those “maybe someday I’ll visit”, but meanwhile I’m not making any real concrete plans.

So imagine my surprise when - while visiting my family in Tábua - my uncle informs me that we’d all be visiting the village of Monsanto during my stay. This was doubly surprising as it’s actually quite a ways from Tábua. About a 3 hour car ride in fact.

I quickly googled it to see what I was getting myself into and soon realized that I was in for quite a treat.

The drive over was a pain in the you know where. Lots of winding roads, lots of “crap, we can’t possibly fit our modern car through this tiny medieval gateway”, lots of vertigo-inducing stops and starts. But in the end, it was all worth it.

Monsanto is a very unique place and has been deemed “The Most Portuguese Village of Portugal”. There was a competition back in 1938, sponsored by the Estado Novo, the fascist dictatorship that governed Portugal from 1933 to 1974, to determine which village best exemplified what it was to be Portuguese. They won a shiny gold cockerel figure for their trouble, a replica of which is currently atop their main church.

Shiny Cockerel atop the Church Tower

There are, I'm sure, many reasons why it managed to garner this most auspicious award, but this is the real reason why most people have heard of it.

The rocks.

The massive, gigantous granite boulders that are its' calling card.

They are spread throughout the hamlet, balanced precariously between shops and homes. Some of them have actually been turned into dwellings, though most are now more of a curiosity than an actual living space.

Once someone's home, now a small little cafe.

And dear reader, let me tell you, they're as damn fantastic as you'd think from the picture above. Claustraphobic and scary and awesome, they're very much worth the massively steep drive to them.

Monsanto is positively overflowing with lovely and whimsical homes, a few shops, cafes, restaurants, B&Bs, everything a visitor might desire.

Most of the houses are constructed from the same granite that the boulders are made of.

And for such a small place, it's been the home of quite a few famous Portuguese peeps, like the doctor/writer Fernando Namora and the folk singer Zeca Afonso, who penned the Carnation Revolution's anthem, Grãndola, Vila Morena. I did try and find his home but was befuddled by the signs and after a few labyrinthine walks, forlornly gave up in order to save my calf muscles.

Steep streets make for weary legs 😉

Fernando Namora's Home

Loveliness personified.

                              

And as if all of this wasn't enough, there's also a castle!
And a necropolis!
But that'll have to wait until Pt. 2. 😊

A Month of Portugal...An Ode to Bolas de Berlim

I was going to do a post all about the wonders of Portuguese pastries, as found in (almost) any pastelaria in the country.

Like these.

Or these.

And then I went to Portugal for a week.

And all I ate were Bolas de Berlim.

Well, that and Torradas.
Lovely toasty Torradas. But that's another story for another day.

Back to the subject at hand...

Bolas de Berlim are a Portuguese delicacy (which turns out to not be Portuguese at all) which can be found all over the country but which seem to be impossible to completely replicate abroad.

When I lived in the United States - in a Portuguese immigrant community no less - I searched long and hard for a tasty facsimile of my favorite treat and was forever thwarted in my quest. I searched hard.

This means that whenever I go back to the homeland, I tend to overindulge...and then suffer for it.

But it's worth it. Anything for the sweet little ball of tastiness.

You might be asking, "Hey Monthy, you've been going on for a couple of paragraphs about this thing and we still don't know what it is".

Apologies.

I get slightly tunnel-visioned when discussing the doughy dollops.

Bolas de Berlim (literally Balls from Berlin) are a doughnut-like concoction found in Portugal. Based off the original Berliners from, you've guessed it Berlin, Bolas are a Portuguese take on a very German dessert.

But whereas Berliners are usually on the smaller side and injected (yeah, you read right) with jam and other fancy fillings, Portuguese Bolas are filled (traditionally) with Creme de Pasteleiro (Pastry Maker's Cream) which is always visible.

Probably visible from the moon, given it's neon-like color.

YUM!
(though it should be granulated sugar, not powdered sugar. harumph)

I've loved these little guys...ok, big guys, since I was a wee girl. I've heard stories of my mother ingesting a half-dozen of them at a time while she was pregnant with me, but I'm sure that's a complete coincidence and not at all related to my obsession with them.

Nope, no relation at all.

Delicious and the sugar's just right.
But this poor little Bola didn't know what hit it as it's been cut in half - always a sin.
The horror. The horror.

As well as being found in most pastelarias in the country, they can also - oddly enough i'm sure for foreigners - be found for sale at most beaches during the summer season. A seller will wander the sands carrying a tray of fresh Bolas for sale.

Like this guy:

Except maybe not as media-tastic as this guy 😁

I probably will never ever try to make them myself - recipe involves deep frying and me and hot oil don't get along - but I've found a very nice video showing how to make them the traditional way.

Without of course forgetting the wondrous Creme de Pasteleiro.

Identity hidden to protect the gluttonous 😉

For those who don't understand Portuguese, I also found an English language website listing a recipe pretty similar to the one shown on the videos above.

So, if you ever find yourself in Portugal and spot the well-known pasteis de nata, give them a pass at least once during your trip. And instead go ahead and indulge yourself in that most wondrous food of the gods, the amazing Bola de Berlim.

A Month of...Portugal

After a long hiatus - about 3 years! - I thought I'd restart this little blog and see what great things I could get into for the space of a month.

Group of Cockerels gathered for their annual family portrait.

I'll be heading to Portugal soon for a short holiday break to see family and do a bit of touristing, so I thought April could be all about (drum roll for those that didn't read the entry title 😀)... Portugal.

But "dear Monthy", you ask - we're tight like that, and you've given me a little nickname 😉 - if you're only going for a week, then how are you going to make this last a whole month??

Well, I thought I'd do all types of Portuguese-y things throughout the month. We'll start off with some (hopefully quirky) places to visit whilst in Portugal, and then read some books, watch some films, eat some food - well, I'll eat some food, you'll all read about it - and whatever else I can come up that's Luso-related.

I hope you'll  join me this month in finding out more about my homeland, aka where all the best pastries live.

May's Theme

Well, April wasn't too successful as the overwhelming lack of posts might suggest ;o)
But that doesn't mean nothing was accomplished during April. Some books were read and will be discussed, posts to come very, very soon. But it wasn't as successful as March was.

Basically, I think what I've learned is to not burn myself out with any particular theme. The whole point of this online exercise is to get me to try new things and stick to them for at least a month. But if I start doing similar things, i.e. reading projects, a couple of months in a row, then well, I'm dooming myself to failure. And since this is supposed to be a good thing in my life, not another source of stress, I'll be sure to not repeat myself in the future. Not to say that I wouldn't do another reading theme, in fact I have a few ideas up my virtual sleeves, but not one-right-after-the-other-oh-my-god-all-I'm-doing-is-reading-please-make-it-stop-now.

So in the spirit of 'innovation' and all that, this month's theme is [drum, drum, drum, drum, etc]:

A Drawing-a-Day!

Coincidentally enough one of my online friends started to do this very same thing right around the time I first came up with it, so maybe it's in the air. The need, the urge to draw, to reconnect back with that pure creativity so many of us seem to lose once we exit our childhoods. I see my little 2-year-old and how free she is with her drawing - which admittedly for now is a bunch of very colorful lines all over the place - and I want to get back to that. I took some classes (long, long ago) in college, but since then I've barely ever picked up a pencil, crayon, chalk to draw anything that wasn't a plan for something. A plan for a bedroom, a plan for a painted piece of furniture, a plan for an embroidery. But I never draw just to draw.  It's a muscle that needs to be exercised more often, so I thought this might be a good opportunity to get a work out.

I'll also be going on holiday as of tomorrow, so hopefully some of the drawings will reflect some of what I'm seeing and experiencing...or maybe they'll just be stick figures 'cause I'll be too tired for anything else :o)

But enough talking and let's get drawing!

April's Theme

It took me a little while to choose April’s theme. I have a good long list of possible themes for upcoming months, but at the last minute I felt like I needed to change what I’d do for April. At first I thought I didn’t want to do another month of reading (March was hard), but once I realized I didn’t have to try to read one book a day, but instead just read as many as I could, it opened me up to other reading possibilities.

I’ve been wanting to read more Portuguese-language writers for a while, since I’m originally from Portugal, and felt that I’d been neglecting my own mother language for a bit. But then I thought it might be more interesting to read Portuguese-language writers in translation, to maybe introduce some English-speakers to what’s available from Portuguese-speaking countries.

But how to choose which authors to read? Portuguese is the sixth most spoken language in the world after all. Hmm, how about reading all (or as many as I can) of the winners of the Camoes prize? For those not familiar, the Camoes prize is a bit like the National Book Award, Booker prize and Pulitzer all in one. Or for those Spanish-speakers, it’s like the Cervantes prize :o)

It’s been awarded since 1989 and I’ll be attempting to read one work by each author. I plan on reading as many of the writers as I can in English, but if no translation is available (or obtainable) then I’ll read it in Portuguese and do my best to translate whatever quotes I use in my posts.

I hadn’t even heard of half of the writers who’ve been awarded the prize, so this should be quite the interesting month.

Some of the works are longer than others, so I won’t necessarily be posting on a daily basis, but expect to hear from me every few days at most :o)

Que comece a leitura!*

lovely certificate awarded to each laureate...along with 100,000 euros, baby!

*Let the reading begin!

March Madness Round-up

March has come to an end and with it my goal to read a bazillion novellas written by women. I say a bazillion, because I sort of set myself up for failure. I’d originally meant to read one each day and well, things happened, like things are always going to happen, some every day things, and then some more extreme events, like my 2-year-old breaking her femur. She’s going to be ok, but that (along with other minor things) sort of threw off the whole schedule. So instead I ended up reading as many as I could, which if you check back my posts, came out to 22 titles. Not too bad, I guess, considering my time limitations.

As one of my dear friends pointed out, ‘Hey, that’s one for every weekday.’ Plus one :o)

And it served its’ original purpose, which was to get me back into reading fiction, which I’d sort of consciously (and subconsciously) avoided for quite a few months. And I got to read works by authors I’d never even heard of before, some of whom turned out to be amazing writers that I look forward to revisiting in the future.

Some titles that stand out were: Fire in the Blood, The House on Mango Street, Passing, The Return of the Soldier.

I used quite a few resources to come up with my list to read. Here are a few of them:

• Lawrence Public Library Spotlight: 50 Books, 150 pages or less
• 1001 Books Challenge: Page Counts
• Boxall's 1001 Books You Should Read Before You Die Discussion on Goodreads - shorter books

And finally here are some of the books that went unread, in case anyone wants a few more ideas of titles to read :o)

books that sadly went unread...some day, little ones, some day :)