This looks like any old European palace right?
But if you’re a Boomer, think again.
It’s the Portuguese palace depicted on this.
Do you remember Mateus rose wine from your college days? In western New York we pronounced it MA-TOOZ. But it’s actually pronounced MA-TAY-US and it’s made in Portugal. The wine label made the palace famous.
Back in the 1960s, we college students would drink the wine, stick a candle in the top of the empty bottle and presto! A mood-setting candleholder by which to smoke weed. Which we called pot at the time. Few knew that the wine label depicted a real palace. One that actually existed. But it exists, alright, in Portugal. And I was there last week.
I love a good palace tour and this one was no different. Part of the house is closed off as the family still uses it from time to time. But the public rooms were replete with beautiful antiques and artifacts of the Mateus family. No photos allowed, though.
Windows overlooking the stunning gardens drew me to them, as often happens in grand old estates. My back straightened, my head lifted and I could almost hear my long skirts rustle and feel my gliding steps over the aged wooden floors to a window seat overlooking a dirt driveway that crossed the front of the palace. Settling my skirts into the window seat, I felt a great lady-of-the-manor calm settle over me as I sat, serenely looking out through the slight warp of the old glass.
I know I’ve sat in that window seat before –or one like it– looking out at the groomed formal garden.
It’s as if I’ve lived there before. Maybe I have: if not in this palace, in some other. That’s what it seems like to me, anyway.
Have you ever had the feeling you’ve lived someplace else, in some other life? I’d love to know in the Comments.