and I’m going to tell you how the idea of MasTorrencito came about, an adventure full of unexpected twists and turns that in the end turned into something truly beautiful….
It was a quiet afternoon when he arrived. A German man, tall, serious, with a large, black, unneutered dog. It was not something that went unnoticed, especially since I have…
The day before yesterday, Mastitwo decided that his life of comfort was no longer enough. He ran away. I have no idea where he got out; we checked every inch…
Oh… I never imagined that writing this letter would be so complicated, perhaps the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. How does one say goodbye…
This goes for all of you, those who have made a farce of public aid, those who have played with our hopes in the name of energy transition, progress and…
They sleep in peace, they dream of nothing,a caress is their journey.No worries, just the moment,their loyalty, a pure feeling. They follow us to the bathroom, they watch slowly,in their…
No, they were not dirty… They were VERY dirty! And I usually have patience, as I’m already cured of my job. But what we found this time… The dirty room…
The Telephone Odyssey of Teresa and her Three Little Dogs! ðŸ•ðŸ•ðŸ• It was the afternoon of Epiphany, one of those afternoons when you can no longer cope with your life…
If there is one thing I have learned at Mas Torrencito, it is that there are no normal days here. Extraordinary is routine, and that morning was no exception. The…
The afternoon sun bathed the deserted road in orange tones. Between the silence broken by the murmur of the wind, something caught my attention. It was a small lump that…
The end of rural tourism: chronicle of a death announced There was a time when rural tourism was a real luxury for the soul. Imagine: a stone house in a…