“The Invisible Tyranny of Booking.com: How We Sold Our Souls for a Quick Click” by MasTorrencito
There was a time, not so long ago, when world travelers knew how to use a phone for more than just uploading selfies. You wanted a hotel, what did you…
Lucky, the puppy who found his home at Mastorrencito
It was an icy December morning in l’Empordà. Frost covered the fields, and the icy air seemed to freeze every breath. Lucky, the puppy who found his home at Mastorrencito…
You won’t believe what happened to me yesterday… the outcome of… by MasTorrencito
It was a crazy day, but really crazy. One of those that you couldn’t even imagine in your wildest dreams. Everything started normally: I got up at five o’clock in…
Something weird is going on… by MasTorrencito
There are days when you sit down, take a deep breath and think, “What’s going on?” I’ve been taking care of this place for 19 years, and for me it’s…
MasTorrencito’s Toxic Clients: A Collectible Specimen
In the open door business, like the one I run, one learns that the “customer is always right”. MasTorrencito’s Toxic Customers That is until he arrives… that individual worthy of…
Doggy Christmas stories (1) by MasTorrencito
Lola and Rocky’s Christmas Lola was curled up on the couch, wrapped in her old gray blanket, with the glow of the Christmas lights reflecting in her eyes. On the…
Christmas Gift by MasTorrencito
It was Christmas Eve, and the Gomez family was looking for the perfect gift for their son Dani. The Christmas Gift by MasTorrencito In a downtown pet store, a small…
Chronicle of a Death Foretold by MasTorrencito
Because, let’s face it, we all know how this movie ends. We all do. No matter how much success we accumulate, how much noise we make or how much we…
L@s Amargad@s of MasTorrencito’s Social Networks
Personal Survival Manual al If you’re here, you probably have the same problem as me: you have those types of people on your social networks who turn any post, story…
MasTorrencito’s Hidden Room:
Since we arrived at MasTorrencito, I always had the feeling that this house kept secrets. MasTorrencito’s Hidden Room: Part I It was something I couldn’t explain, like an intuition that…
