Our last morning in the Hacienda and we rushed to breakfast, drooling. The maitre d’, chef, head waiter (I am not […]
Our last morning in the Hacienda and we rushed to breakfast, drooling. The maitre d’, chef, head waiter (I am not […]
We woke feeling somewhat desiccated and breathless. Pablo told us he never sleeps with a lit fire in the room […]
I’m lying on a creaky leather sofa, feet pointing towards a fat black stove humming with heat, the logs popping […]