
Welcomes to the |corazon| of the Aracena saw. Aqui, to a few little |kilometros| of Aracena, have not doubt that enjoied oneself sincerely of La Paz of the field and the beauty of contemplating the wave hills and his round masses of oaks. Aqui, all is so serene that it is |diria| that is ineffable and the secret this in the air. It is an air of saw, weighs and |balsamico|, that wraps each other in their freshness and in their charm. It is an air with pilgrim smell of, to extract resin from, to water. Aqui, where the hours it doesn't pass and simply succeed to him, it is where |decidi| recover an old farmhouse to convert him/her/it in a modern and comfortable hotel, for delight of his occupying and the miaow own. It comes to know each other.