Piodan, the most historical of portugal

It is one of the most beautiful villages of our country, full of stories to tell.

Situated on the slopes of Goshawk in the center of the country, this historic spot unlike many who strip themselves over time, it is not inhabited by ghosts and ruins, but by proud people of its past and its traditions that have not left to die. Piódão is not easily accessible, with persistence you need to climb the winding access is difficult like a woman that needs to be seduce, is like a growing fascination that invades us, it drives you into an indomitable will to know it, to see it. Remembers a bit Madera island with its terraces retained by centennial rocks and sunk homes in the mountains blending with the landscape that decorates the hills with its earth tones, with their camouflaged green lichens.

His architectural legacy is its most fascinating treasure; the houses are made of gray scales, ancient ones that argue the weather of the mountains and at the same time makes them unique with its blue thresholds. Looks like a Christmas crib in real size, is necessary to raise its narrow alleys to capture the deep past in our memory and we don't need our imagination to make a trip back in time toward a lost time before the Lusitania nation. These buildings are silent and proud witness of an older age, where time was unchanged, only the perceptive by the passage of the seasons. The Mother Church of Our Lady of the Conception of the seventeenth century resembles the south with its whitewashed facade. Another appeal of the mountain are your footpaths from Foz d'Égua and Chãs d'Égua, a route that does not present great difficulties we went through the midst of their deep valleys and cliffs overlooking the untamed nature dotted with heather and coots and decorated with their towering oaks and chestnut trees. The silence is only broken by the wind whistling through the crevices of the rock and rushing waters that descend in cascades. Some of the abandoned houses crossed our way, reminiscent of the old site and grazing in the clearings we saw hives full of honey, which in the return will comfort our stomachs barred in freshly baked bread. The air of the mountain awakens our senses; stimulate the appetite, fed by the many stories of hungry wolves and demons disguised as animals that kept in suspense the village, counted the joyful and vivacious Aunt Mary of Piódão of course.