Quinta do Soalheiro
On a sunny and cool spring-like day in the middle of the winter, we headed to the northernmost reaches of Portugal to the Minho River which forms the border with Spain in Melgaço. Looking around at the unspoiled landscape I am reminded of Northern California in late winter when the landscape is green with the small village feel of a satellite Burgundy village. There are small parcels of vines divided in every direction, some with small stone walls, some with rickety old fences. We are here in Melgaço to visit Luis Cerdeira of...