Burrico D'Orada was born from a girl's dream. In the vacations spent at Monte do Carvalhal, in the company of my Grandfather António Valadas ("Burrico") and my Grandmother Maria (" do Monte").
In the hours spent listening to my grandparents' songs, sung during the hours of daily chores - the pruning of the Olive trees, the bottle-feeding of the lambs, in the feeding of the chickens, the turkeys and the rabbits, in the lighting of the fire in the morning, in the kneading of the Bread, the Popias and the Puff Pastries, in the search for Water in the van with the Mule, the plowing and the smoked sausage making through the sweat of harsh labour of the earth, on the doorstep during the summer nights, the stuffing of the linguíças sausages and the salting of the bacon, the stories of both youth, by the warmth of the fireplace, the winter nights by the light of the lamp, during the sewing of the so wise hands of Grandma Maria. Humble, hard-working people, without schooling, forced to become country men and women when they were still children.

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