Apartments in A Costa da Morte
"Bela" Project
“Portocubela” is our third establishment after hostel “Bela Muxía” and the literary hotel “Bela Fisterra”. hree exclusive places as we are.
This project identity is the love for the earth, the knowledge of where we come from, the value of art and literature, and, of course, the love we give to every people that come to visit us.
Thanks for your trust in us
Relax, you are in a “Bela”
“Breathe. You are in home.
ou are in PortocuBela.
Singular apartments
We recommend you to breath.
Inhale the oceanic wind, close your eyes; and let the salt smell bring back to you to old times. Let your eyes be covered by the extreme beauty of the sea kissing softly the rocks. We want to see the sand under your feets, and feel your smile while the storm is roaring.
The infinite sky taking care of your hair, letting it be free with the wind.
Break your chains.
Explore every corner of this atlantic Fisterra. Dive in the millenium that lurk in darkness. Discover the time’s dimension in the seawaves. Find yourself again there, in the deep, under a thousand grey layers of endless daily life.
Come back to you.
To yourself, there in the deep, thats your quest.
Let us do all the rest.
Breathe, you are in home.
You are in PortocuBela
Another's group establishment
Because we believe in other way to do always the same thing. Because our blood has the essence of this land. Because we have faith in art, history and beauty.
Because we know the punishes of the day by day. Because the runaway should always bring us far away. Because coming back to our origins is the way to feel our real essence.
Thats because we gave this form to Bela Fisterra. Hotel, Literature and land
And for the feet that have been punished, in Muxía, one more Bela
Services
Refrigerator
Washing machine
Vitroceramic
Oven
Microwave
Extractor
Toilet
Sink
Shower
Single-lever tap
Bed 190×150
Bed 190×90
Towels shower and sink
Tableware
Useful cleaning
Board and iron
The Portocubela Project
All of our establishments (*Bela Fisterra, *Bela Muxía and now also Portocubela) are the joint result of the artistic and human sensibility of the “Comité de Sabios” (Wise men and women commitee), a group of intellectuals —among whom there are figures leaders of Poetry, Architecture, Narrative, Music and other fields of Galician culture and art— with professional and emotional links with the *Belas from their origin.
In the case of Portocubela, the initial idea (that primary story that extols the historical identity of the land where they are placed) arises from a dialectic between Antón Castro, Modesto Fraga and Bieito Romero. They are the ones that guide the committee towards the figure of Chisco Fernández Naval, a great figure of Galician literature with large and fruitful roots in Lira. He is in charge of showing us the petroglyphs that give our apartments their name and reason for being, and of directing that initial concept towards a specific proposal.
Finally, it will be either Rodrigo Costoya, a galician novelist, who has just given shape to the idea, materializing the texts that today can be read on the walls of *Portocubela and also on this website.
Board and iron
I save the horizon where dreams sleep,
The non stop cooing of the atlantes sea,
The mother rock’s nut made through milleniums,
The final breath of all the walkers.
Here ends the world; here the sea is a map.
Here the skin is rock, meat, bones.
This is the hard land where fairies lives.
Where the human race curses the last frontier.
Dont be scare if the sun boils the sea;
Every sunset you’ll feel the life is forever.
Dont pretend to read the stigmas on my skin;
The druids protect em between the winter’s snow.
This is what i am.
Sun, wind, sea and rock.
Breathe. You are in home.
You are in PortocuBela.
Nana de Portocubela
Yo guardo el horizonte donde duermen los sueños,
El arrullo sin pausa del mar de los atlantes,
La nuez de roca madre que forjó los milenios,
El suspiro final de todos los caminantes.
Aquí acaba la Tierra; aquí el mar es un mapa.
Aquí la piedra es piel, es carne, es osamenta.
Esta es la tierra dura donde habitan las hadas.
De la especie maldita la última frontera.
No te asustes si el sol hace hervir a las aguas;
Cada ocaso sentirás que la vida es eterna.
Ni pretendas leer en mi piel los estigmas;
Los druidas los protegen entre nieves perpetuas.
Esto es lo que soy.
Sol, viento, mar y piedra.
Respira. Estás en casa.
Estás en PortocuBela.