2 bedroom villa for sale

2 bedroom villa with 61 m2 and land of 368 m2, ideal for remodeling or expanding. Located in a serene area, surrounded by nature and within walking distance of the village of Monchique, this property provides convenience and quiet. House with potential for new construction, according to consultation with the Municipality of Monchique, it is possible to increase the construction area, or detach the land for the construction of another house. Come and see this property and discover its full potential. Close to schools, transport, restaurants, swimming pools and gym, this villa offers a variety of amenities. With the potential for remodelling and the possibility of increasing the built area after consultation with the Monchique City Council, this is a unique opportunity. Come and see your new home and live in the tranquility of this village. Pay us a visit, we are waiting for you. Beauty is also tiring because of what it conveys to us in emotion. It is enough for the color to be a scream, it is enough for the mutations to collide. So let us flee from the blues, the reds, the yellows, let us refresh our tired spirit a little. Only green will serve as a balm and Monchique will be the next point to reach. The mountains, seen from afar, are nothing more than a good photographic background, Stop looking at these salty terrains. They are sad and barren as death. The Boia stream runs to the left and the ground begins to convulse. The hills gradually take on height, join each other in deep folds, and the road winds between shale barriers like a reptile buffeted by the sun. The vegetation thickens. Profiled acacia trees flank the tarmaced, black lane, and the small patches of pine forest descend to us. Now, acacias, cedars and eucalyptus trees almost intertwine, defying the sun's rays to pierce through their compact foliage. A two-metre extension takes us to the hot springs. Let us descend into Paradise. A canopy of foliage protects us and the clear stream runs softly around pebbles, sometimes black, sometimes reddish. Small eyes of the sun mark luminous circles on the brown earth. A bridge... A small waterfall... The cicadas sing and everything is green around us. The water is digging into the schist extracts, it goes deeper and deeper, and the path tightens, it strangles. Underneath a disjointed dam, beyond the arch of a bridge. A little note. Blue hydrangeas... A snob garden pond... Three eucalyptus trees in whose trunks romantic girls have carved hearts and written verses... A stone table... A source... The source of Loves. Some large stones, which stopped when they encountered any obstacle, resemble the sown wells of the Zêzere valley. On the way to Monchique, the terraced slopes sometimes look like Roman amphitheatres. Once the ascent to Foia has begun, let's look around. At the front, the soft green patchwork of the soutos that rise on either side of the Serra stream; at our feet the steps of a monumental staircase that descends to the Foot of the Cross and to the north the village that seems to lie on the edge of a hill. Where he found an inch of arable land, man erected walls of defense against erosion and planted gardens. How painful your effort... Water runs everywhere. It makes us want to fall flat in a prayer to the earth... The trees are low in density as we climb, the sharp edges of the stone masses are daggers that seek to hurt us, the air becomes purer, the temperature drops and the mountain welcomes us contemptuously.