Portela's Belvedere

It's an image taken from an illustrated postcard. The kind you don't touch, because you're afraid of spoiling.

It's a landscape that fills the eyes and fills the soul. And you will see that on each return it is the same, untouchable. That's how you leave the island. That's how you find it, every time you turn around.
At the top of Portela's viewpoint, you can feel the earth beaten under the slippers, the breeze that goes down the small mountains and the vision that makes you hold your breath, as if every time you blink, it's to take the perfect picture.
The beach continues in its languor, stretching in the warmth of nine golden kilometres. Here and there, it seems to curl up in the white foam that separates it from the turquoise waters, as if it were an embroidery, but with an average temperature of 23 degrees.
Because Porto Santo is waiting for you, the best thing is to know what to expect from it. And for those who haven't yet decided what to do when the clock is off and the alarm clock doesn't go off, the island of the blue sea and the medicinal sands, Portugal's sweetest watermelons and the juiciest grape clusters on the Portuguese islands, is the right choice.