The villa sits where coast, capital, and wine country meet. Most groups do all three in a long weekend.
Twenty kilometres of Atlantic beach, a working fishing village, and the boardwalk where the day starts and ends. Surf schools at every entrance, sardines on charcoal at every other restaurant, the bread van at nine-fifteen.
Alfama, trams, miradouros. Time Out for dinner, fado in Bairro Alto after midnight. Sintra's palaces are forty-five minutes north when you want them.
Setúbal Peninsula vineyards. José Maria da Fonseca for the moscatel, the dolphins of the Sado estuary, long lunch at a quinta. Lesser-known than Douro, a fraction of the drive.