Tucked into a romantic village, our hotel stay last night felt like a soft exhale. The cobblestone charm, the quiet hum of the mountains, and the way the air held a hint of pine and possibility—it was the kind of place that invites you to slow down and feel.
Morning greeted us with an outstanding breakfast—fresh breads, local marmalade, fresh fruits, and eggs that tasted like they’d been laid with love. It wasn’t just a meal; it was a gesture of care.
Later, we wandered down to the water for a nighttime walk. The path shimmered under the moonlight, and though the world was quiet, it felt like it was listening. That walk—simple, gentle—was a balm.
As we checked out, the staff surprised us with a small gift. Nothing extravagant, just thoughtful. A token of hospitality that said, “We’re glad you were here.”