Hiking Trail “Discover Rendufe” (Valpaços)
It was almost at sunset when I reached the place of Rendufe in Valpaços county.
In my return to “Trás-os-Montes” region, I found at Formosa Street of this small village, more specifically in the door No. 13, the Quinta Rota d’Oliveira, who would welcome me during these days.
It was after check-in and a delightful conversation with Teresa, who along with Mr. Osvaldo, her husband, are the soul of this “little heaven”, which I started the short walk in Rendufe.
In Formosa Street, the narrow sidewalk directs me to the center of the village. The “Shorty”, a dog of the Farm, do not begged and volunteers to guide me in this journey.
A few tens of meters, some letters hand-painted in a bright yellow arouse my attention. In a metal plate, exposed in a wall worn out by time, I read “oil mill”. Later I learned that this mill is still in operation and produces a delicious olive oil as I could prove.
A cat on the sill, under a chimes in bamboo cane, look at this strange guy on a street that is not yours. Curious does not look away for my passage. Perhaps suspicious of what the “Shorty” could do but he remains focused on guiding me through the village. He knows the best way, better than anyone.
I arrived to the Church and in the next square, with views of the olive groves, the cruise gets the last sunlight of the day.
Always in the circular path, I begin the descent following the sidewalk where old stone houses interspersed with more recent in bricks and mortar, in a mix of colors and shapes. Behind the walls, in backyards and small kitchen gardens, grow kiwis, melons, pears, apples, blueberries, figs and many more countless fruits that it is difficult to me identify all here. This fertility of the land, of its own in this region, is an important contribution to the livelihoods of an increasingly elderly population.
These contrasts make an interesting “patchwork” in the hills around, worthy of being appreciated.
At the cemetery I turn left to an asphalt road. Looking to my right, I saw the shredded fields with different cultures and at different stages. In some land, fallow it was necessary, other was clear that the plantation would have been recent, while in others still, the ultimate maturity of vegetables was clearly visible. These contrasts make an interesting “patchwork” in the hills around, worthy of being appreciated.
After a short climb, I return to Formosa Street where I finish the hike in a circular path quite easy.
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