Pousadela Village is a rural village, situated in the vicinity of Vieira do Minho.
This project began to be thought in 2013 and, finally, in 2018 it shows itself to the Cávado River and the Gerês National Park in particular and, in general, to friends and customers who arrive more and more often.

They come to enjoy this unique space that aggregates two instances that make up 15 rural tourism houses, from T1 to T3, built in granite, following a contemporary line and decorated with modern features, not forgetting, however, the customs and traditions of the region.

This housing tourism development puts at the disposal of its customers a restaurant characterized by the beauty of its rooms and the minutia with which it chooses typical regional dishes of greater prominence.

Still within the space Pousadela Village, everyone can enjoy a bar, the Spa, the pool and a fabulous viewpoint where we can glimpse the Cávado river Albufeira, Gerês in its grandeur and also the Serra da Cabreira.

Among many stories that were born around this emblematic land that is Vieira do Minho, the Legend of Serra da Cabreira and Rio Ave is perhaps the most romantic and docile of all.

According to the story, a poor and beautiful Spanish shepherdess arrived at Serra da Agra and, enchanted by the beautiful landscapes, she stayed there with her flock of goats, until one sunny morning she came across a group of hunters who passed by.

One of them, wearing different clothes, was enchanted by the Chapel and despite the embarrassment of her social condition, the girl gave in to her charms and promises of eternal love. There lived that love, gathered in that heavenly corner… until one day… One day the knight had to leave. The obligations called him.

Desolate, the young Cabreira, only asked her who she was, since she knew nothing of her prince charming. The young man replied:

– I am the man who loves you and whom you love, but I tell you that I am Count of a very close village. Wait for me!

And the Cabreira waited, despaired, languished. She wished only to be a bird to fly over the world and find the Count again.

Only his tears remained. He cried. He cried so much that his tears created a flow. The flow turned into a river. The river ran and bathed the lands of the one who had abandoned it: Vila do Conde.

The Vieirenses, as romantic and just as they are, perpetuated this story of love and abandonment, calling the mountain where the poor young woman waited, Serra da Cabreira and, knowing that she wanted to be a bird and fly, named the Rio de Vila do Conde as Rio Ave.

It is up to us now to build and feed happy love stories. Who knows if you will not be the reason for a new baptism?