After generations away, our family left the big city and returned to our roots on a lush orchard overlooking a verdant valley, just minutes from the Miño River which divides Spain and Portugal. Here, our deviled eggs are more devilish because of the mischievous hens who lay them. Our oranges, plucked fresh from the tree, are orangier, and you won’t find honey sweeter than ours (seriously: the queen of our beehive is named “Dulce”). Life here may be slow, but it’s anything but boring.