Betravel

On arriving at Villa Paulita, in addition to its attractive facade of vivid reddish colour, I was riveted by the two grand fir trees (one green and the other blue) in front and which seemed to be coming out to the welcome me. It was the excuse to start an apparently trivial conversation with Joan, the gardener. Thus it was that I learned that those trees were planted forty years before by Mrs. Volart for her two grandsons, one tree for each one of them. Now those children are the present owners of the Villa.

I felt as though if in some way I was staying in history itself: the stone walls of the old Dominican convent, the original arched ceilings, the authenticity of the architecture, constantly recalled the past for me. But its modern decorations changed the setting into not just an eclectic space, but one situated at the limit of the present.

Today has been very busy, at the end of the day all I could think of was the quickest way to disconnect and regain the energy I had lost throughout the day; Tomorrow at the confernce I need to be in tiptop condition.

A swimming pool that finishes where the sea begins; a sea that ends where the sky begins. Infinity pool. The mantra of the waves caressing my ears time and time again. Infinity sound. A mansion with one foot on land and the other in the sea, one in the 16th century and the other in the minimalism of the 21st.