Primavera

On the old walls of the Castelo de Andrade, when winter yielded, a miracle always occurred: the first flowers bloomed among the stones, as if they wanted to remind the fortress that life never stops.

The Spring Room captures that moment of rebirth. Its green, soft, and cozy walls seem like a freshly rained field. The light that enters through the window caresses the room like a warm breeze, making even the smallest things — a glass of water, a fold in the curtains — feel welcoming.

Here the visitor does not just sleep: they bloom. The bed becomes a white meadow to rest, and the lamps, with their golden glow, are like fireflies announcing that the night can also be fertile.

It is said that those who wake up in Spring hear an invisible murmur: that of the flowers opening in silence, that of the trees dressing in new leaves, that of hope renewing itself without asking for permission.

That is why the room bears this name: because no matter what season you enter, it is always time to start anew.