Verano

The old folks of Nogueirosa say that the Castle of Andrade never slept in summer. When the days grew longer and the cicadas sang their song in the oak groves, the stone of the castle kept the heat like an eternal memory. They said that the walls, bathed in sunlight, still emitted a golden glow at dusk, as if there were an invisible bonfire inside.

The Summer Room of A Casa do Castelo de Andrade is born from that memory: the orange walls hold the echo of Galician sunsets, and the wood of the ceiling collects the stories of generations that sought shade and coolness. Its windows, open to the breeze, let in the laughter of the countryside and the murmur of the chestnuts, reminding that summer here is not measured in calendars, but in luminous moments.

Sleeping in Summer is like sleeping in a hug of light: the lamps seem like embers of the sun, the white bed is a canvas for warm dreams, and every corner whispers that, although winter comes, there will always be a corner where summer remains.

That is why it bears that name. Because in this room, the visitor discovers that summer is not a season, but a state of the soul that this house knows how to harbor.