Latitude Lodge ★★★

Pousada Calu ★★★

Chalé na Montanha ★★

"Wir verbringen Urlaub in Chalé! Saubere, große Zimmer, sehr gemütliche und komfortabele Unterkünfte! Frühstück mit frischem Brot und Kaffee, die in der Zeit gemacht werden! Und leckere Kuchen! Frau Luci ist immer sehr angenehm, sehr aufmerksam und vorsichtig, so dass wir so viel Wunsch wie möglich haben! Der Zugang ist auf der Straße, die weit entfernte Lage der Stadt, aber erwächst in Ruhe, Sterne Himmel, Null Lärm! Ich empfehle!"

Pousada Sotaque Mineiro ★★★

"Wir wollen wieder zu anderen Ruhezeiten zurück."

Pousada Cachoeira da Barra ★★★

Magnificat Cottage ★★★★

"English: Americans are told to see the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, New York City—monuments of scale and spectacle, the kind of places that end up on t-shirts and screensavers. But the truth is, the real treasures aren’t always bathed in neon or swarmed by tourists. Sometimes, they live at the end of a winding road, hidden in hills the color of deep jade, where the air smells of rain-soaked earth and wild citrus, and time seems content to wander. Cunha is one of those rare places—quiet, unpolished, and deeply human. We stayed in a cottage that felt less like lodging and more like a whisper from another world. A home crafted from wood and mist and golden morning light. Perched high above the valley, it opens to a view so dreamlike it softens your breath and silences your thoughts. The morning fog rolls in like a secret, the sun spreads slowly across the fields like honey, and at night, the stars arrive by the thousands, undimmed and unapologetically brilliant. But for all the grandeur of the landscape, it’s the people—and the food—that leave the deepest imprint. Hospitality here isn’t a performance. It’s a natural rhythm. There’s kindness in every glance, every plate, every gesture. It makes you feel less like a visitor and more like someone returning home, even if you’ve never been before. And then there’s Fatima. The kind of cook who treats food like an heirloom—something passed down, cared for, and shared with reverence. Her meals aren’t just nourishment; they’re memory served warm. Breads with the scent of woodfire and hands, herbs gathered from just outside the kitchen, cheese and fruits that melt into flavor, and sweets that feel like stories your grandmother might have told you once. It’s not just delicious—it’s soulful. And then there was Alvaro—a true guide not just in the literal sense, but in spirit. With the ease of someone who knows every bend in the road and every story rooted in the soil, he led us through landscapes that felt almost sacred. He taught our kids to share his passion of horses. He didn’t just show us the best places to eat or the quiet corners worth exploring—he shared them, like a friend letting you in on something close to his heart. From the whispering trees to the charm of nearby towns, every moment with him felt like being brought into the fold. By the end, it wasn’t just a visit—it was kinship. Our family saw him and his wife not as hosts, but as family we hadn’t met yet. People say you must see the Grand Canyon before you die. But I’d offer this—find Cunha before you forget what it means to feel alive. Come for the view, stay for the meals, and lose yourself in a way of life that still remembers what matters. This place is not a stop along the way. It’s a destination. A gentle reminder that the world still holds places that can surprise you, nourish you, and quietly change you. We arrived at the chalet looking for rest and beauty, and we left with something far greater—memories we’ll carry forever, and host"