A land of age-old vineyards and ancient knowledge and skills, with immense landscapes and a town that is white by name (“alva” in Portuguese means “white”) and white by nature, the whitewashed houses gently tumbling down the hillside. The fields around Vila Alva are not solely devoted to vineyards. Oak groves, olive orchards and cereal fields that turn golden in summer are also features of the landscape. And there is also a vast expanse of water, the beautiful reservoir of Albergaria dos Fusos stretching for as far as the eye can see, its mirror-like surface contrasting with the hills that form its horizon.
A land of age-old vineyards and ancient knowledge and skills, with immense landscapes and a town that is white by name (“alva” in Portuguese means “white”) and white by nature, the whitewashed houses gently tumbling down the hillside. The fields around Vila Alva are not solely devoted to vineyards. Oak groves, olive orchards and cereal fields that turn golden in summer are also features of the landscape. And there is also a vast expanse of water, the beautiful reservoir of Albergaria dos Fusos stretching for as far as the eye can see, its mirror-like surface contrasting with the hills that form its horizon.