Once upon a time there was a house…
A farmhouse that belonged to the grandparents, favorite refuge of the children where they would discover hidden treasures of the countryside and enjoy the freedom of living in the pure nature.
The light summer breeze cooled the yards, the icy northern winter wind flamed up the fire in the fireplace. August smelled of dried hay and sea saltiness, May smelled of origan and thyme. Sea shells, pebbles and starfishes were among the favorite spoils, taken from the numerous plunges into the sea and piled up in the yards.
The years went by, the grandparents passed away, the children grew up and the house was deserted… But the dreams and the childhood memories don’t fade away easily. They come alive and recapture the magic of lost innocence.
So, the old farmhouse became a Guesthouse. Just as if a fairy touched it with her magic wand. Somewhere far away the grandparents are smiling happily.
They always enjoyed having the house full of guests…!