The world needs the EU (even more)
José Manuel Fernandes
‘Building Brands’
Rita Soares
Life is beautiful!
Maria do Céu Quintas
Mayor of Freixo de Espada à Cinta
Can the administrative web of the state, joined by endless bureaucratic threads, influence development, or progress, to use the slogan so often paraded in 19th century literature? Yes, it can!
Can this mesh, often made with innocuous studies and diplomas that disregard the geography of the nation’s interior, inhibit the will to dream, and daring to do something?
Not in Freixo de Espada à Cinta!
First and foremost, we are proud of the place name granted to us by history. Metaphorical, as befits the richness of the words. But there’s much more to it than that!
Freixo de Espada à Cinta is a name that fosters paths, welcomes a destination and enchants anyone who gazes over this ocean of hills, to which the fertility of the soil responds, dividend of the heritage and the labour of the people...
People who resist, who sacrifice themselves, to suit, for the terra mater. The same terra from which one day, defying distances and perhaps impossible tomorrows, departed navigators, admirals, missionaries and men of letters, who, bearing the name of Freixo de Espada à Cinta, also glorified Portugal!
We are in an unusual place, where the immortality of the beautiful guarantees a place on Olympus.
This is how it is with silk. An art that stands the test of time and enthuses laborious hands that place Freixo de Espada à Cinta as the only place on the Peninsula where silk is still made 100% by hand.
To what is rich, genuine and belonging to us, we add vineyards where bunches dance, which, after responding to the efficiency of art, become wines where excellence breathes in the waves of the glass, in an ode to grape varieties, at times centuries old.
In this commitment to what cannot be forgotten and what is loved, Guerra Junqueiro summarised «in Heaven or in Freixo de Espada à Cinta» when asked about where he would have liked to have been born.
That’s how it is!
Can this mesh, often made with innocuous studies and diplomas that disregard the geography of the nation’s interior, inhibit the will to dream, and daring to do something?
Not in Freixo de Espada à Cinta!
First and foremost, we are proud of the place name granted to us by history. Metaphorical, as befits the richness of the words. But there’s much more to it than that!
Freixo de Espada à Cinta is a name that fosters paths, welcomes a destination and enchants anyone who gazes over this ocean of hills, to which the fertility of the soil responds, dividend of the heritage and the labour of the people...
People who resist, who sacrifice themselves, to suit, for the terra mater. The same terra from which one day, defying distances and perhaps impossible tomorrows, departed navigators, admirals, missionaries and men of letters, who, bearing the name of Freixo de Espada à Cinta, also glorified Portugal!
We are in an unusual place, where the immortality of the beautiful guarantees a place on Olympus.
This is how it is with silk. An art that stands the test of time and enthuses laborious hands that place Freixo de Espada à Cinta as the only place on the Peninsula where silk is still made 100% by hand.
To what is rich, genuine and belonging to us, we add vineyards where bunches dance, which, after responding to the efficiency of art, become wines where excellence breathes in the waves of the glass, in an ode to grape varieties, at times centuries old.
In this commitment to what cannot be forgotten and what is loved, Guerra Junqueiro summarised «in Heaven or in Freixo de Espada à Cinta» when asked about where he would have liked to have been born.
That’s how it is!
