Vindima 2015, Friday 2nd October

Sunday saw us getting up late and not rushing the packing ready to catch the train back to Porto. The trip was largely uneventful with us reading our books most of the time. Back at the Hotel Peninsular we found that we had been put in
the same great room that we had on our first night. After recovering from the journey and unpacking we headed over the bridge to Vila Nova de Gaia. We were given a leaflet about a producer we hadn't heard of so decided to check them out. the Porto Augusto's had a place for tastings and tours up a narrow side street. The tour wasn't great but the port made up for it. The guide mentioned that they aged the tawny in half size barrels and the complexity of the wines reflected this. In fact I am sipping a glass of the tawny reserve we bought while we were there as I write this. By then it was time to pop round to Quevedo's for fado, dancing and a wee drop of port. By the time we left there was just time to pop back to our room before heading out for supper.

On Monday we had an appointment for lunch in Foz with Jean from the Quinta do Val da Figueira. She had kindly invited us while we were in Pinhão. We headed out on the metro to Mastosinhos and walked down to find her place. We were a little early so popped down to the seafront to sit for a bit. On our way back we spotted Jean outside her gate. Her house was wonderful being packed full with all sorts of interesting objects. We had a jolly good meal too as well as an excellent white wine from the quinta followed by the best ten year old port in existence. The main course was octopus rice and very delicious it was too. The octopus had been cooked to perfection so it just melted in the mouth. Jean was remarkable full of vigour considering that she had been late back the night before from a wedding in Braga. During the conversation we mentioned that we had never been able to see inside the Factory House in Porto. Before we knew it Jean had fixed us up with an appointment at ten the following day. It goes to show what a great time we had as we didn't leave until 4:30.

We walked down to where the trams go back into town from. We sat reading our

books on a nearby bench and by some weird leading we got up just at the right time to catch the next tram, which only runs hourly. Now when I say tram, these are really ancient ones. It was great but noisy fun rattling back into town and a lot easier than walking. After all that excitement we just had enough energy to walk back to our room. After a rest we headed out to a little cheap restaurant we know of as we didn't need a huge meal.

We woke up early on Tuesday morning full of anticipation about our visit to the Factory House at ten. We couldn't believe our luck as we waited inside the entrance hall for our guide to be Dona Olga. She was brilliant and showed us everything including the map room, the library, the drawing room, the ballroom, the famous twin dining rooms, the old kitchen, and, of course, the cellars. We felt so priviledged and honoured and could hardly believe it was happening. We were surprised that most of the books in the library seemed to be English novels. We discovered that, like Jean, Olga had grown up at Quinta da Roêda as her father took over the running of the place for Croft after Jean's father. We were so grateful to her for giving up an hour and half to give us one of the best exeriences of our lives.


Afterwards we popped over to Gaia to the Porto Cruz place to try out some vintages. Feeling the need for something to soak up the port we went to 3+ arte where we knew we could get the genuine chouriço assado. We were recognised from when we went there last year so had a great experience, after which it was time to pop back to Quevedo for more fado, dancing and, of course, port. We saw Oscar Quevedo again as he was waiting for an appointment with some people from Holland. There was no pressure as we did a tango for him. Blow me down if it wasn't soon time to pop back to our hotel for a freshen up before supper.

The next day we were faced with the problem of what to do after the highs of the day before. From the tram ride on Monday Dot had seen that the Terracotta Army exhibition had just opened in Porto. By some miracle I managed to lead us through the backstreets and passages to come out exactly at the right place. The exhibition was very thought provoking and only cost us €9 each to get in. I bet it was a lot dearer when it was in London! All the information was in Portuguese but I more or less managed to transalate it for Dot much to the amusement of one of the other visitors.

We decided to walk along the front to Ribeira. Going past a small wine shop we decided to try their offerings. It was Quinta do Sagrado and was based in the

green and white house we had seen from the other side of the rivera with Cálem written large at the top. We were given a whopping glass each of LBV and Tawny to try. We had a great talk with the girl who served us. Dot bought a bottle of the tawny for €7.50 which meant we didn't have to pay the €6 for the tasting! As we were leaving I looked at the map inside and it dawned on me that these were the people that had sold Quinta da Foz that I really wanted to get in touch with. As a result we are planning to stay at the property next time we come.

Feeling well oiled we wandered back to 3+ arte for a lesson in cocktail making. The ruby orange consisted of half port wine, 2 slices of orange peel, 6 drops of fresh lemon juice, half orange juice and cinamon sprinkled on top. It was lovely. Not quite so impressive but subtle nevertheless was the white lady, which had a cinamon stick and mint leaf in chilled white port. We plan to try these out when we get back to England. Well we just had to have another chouriço assado to accompany them before our last afternoon of fado, dance and port at Quevedo. Before leaving for Quevedo we had to return the favour of the cocktail lesson by dancing a tango, which was filmed for their Facebook page. That evening I took my tablet along to Lagostim to show them pictures from our first visit there in 2004. They caused quite a stir among the staff.

Yesterday we had breakfast at Kopke before catching the metro here to the Santana Hotel in Azurara. When I say breakfast I mean a 20 year old tawny, a 1983 colheita, a 1978 colheita and a 40 year old white accompanied by chocolates. As usual we had a great welcome and overall experience there.

Since coming here on the metro we have been generally chilling out and recovering from the packed days we have had. Last night we had a somewhat expensive, but justifiably so in view of the quality of the cuisine, meal at the Repúblika Restaurante with a scrumptious main of duck with forest fruits. By some miracle I managed to marry this up with a local regional wine that was also redolant with hints of forrest fruit flavours. We finished up with pão de ló washed down with a Ferreira 10 year old. Today I've been catching up with sorting out photos and blogs etc. However we have found time for a lovely long swim in the deserted hotel swimming pool and a good soak in the jacuzzi. The health suite has been given a great make over and is now looking really good. It is a little confusing though as in the refurb they have swopped the mens and ladies changing rooms around. Tonight I am hoping to track down some genuine fejoida before we have to fly back to England.