A Night of Intrigue at Mas Torrencito: The Secret Meeting that Changed Everything
It was an ordinary day, one of those winter days when the cold gets into your bones, and the overcast sky seemed to invite you to stay at home. A…
Learning to enjoy Mas Torrencito
As soon as they arrived, Francesc and Dolors exuded a special calmness that infected us all, even the dogs, who are usually alert when someone new arrives. Learning to enjoy…
Resistance to darkness: Reflections.
It’s hard to express the mixed feelings I have when I watch the news. I feel cheated, betrayed by those who are supposed to protect us. Resistance to darkness: Reflections….
The Mystery of the Smells and Apparitions in Mas Torrencito (final)
The night progressed and we all tried to relax, although the wet footprints and Lolo’s strange behavior intrigued us. The Mystery of the Smells and Apparitions in Mas Torrencito Lourdes…
The Mystery of Smells and Apparitions at Mas Torrencito (Part 2)
The unexpected tourists As we tried to calm Lourdes over Lolo’s disappearance and the murmurings among the customers began to intensify, the front desk phone rang. We all turned our…
Canine Respect – Teaching Children to Ask for Permission
Manuela gives you a tip about touching experts you don’t know. Canine Respect – Teaching Children to Ask for Permission The Importance of Asking Permission Today I have to touch…
The Mystery of Smells and Apparitions at Mas Torrencito
There were few nights like that in the Empordà, with winter determined to creep into every corner. The Mystery of Smells and Apparitions at Mas Torrencito The fog covered everything…
And if…?
Story of Dana and the Rage of a Forgotten Village What if we had heeded the warnings? And if we had listened to the professionals, the experts who have spent…
An adventure on the AVE that promised a lot…
Ramon and Blanca went to Barcelona yesterday, as they usually do. Only this time, instead of taking the regional train – the one that takes a good two long hours…
The Canine Philosophy of Relationships according to Manuela
It was a cool morning at Mas Torrencito, with the aroma of the countryside and the sound of dogs running around the yard. I, Miguel, observed how Manuela, my old…