This January marks the 18th year since I inherited Pedruxella Gran from my father. For years, we would literally “camp out” at the Atalaya, with mattresses on the floor and the sparsest of furniture. I remember our guest, Peter McKillop, reading with feet hanging over the end of an old wooden bench in the middle of an otherwise unfurnished Atalaya.
It was time to bring the Atalaya up to some modicum of comfort.
Last summer, we added over-stuffed sofas and chairs and fully outfitted the kitchen. Eliza assembled the IKEA bunk bed, using her cast on her broken wrist as a hammer. We liked the result and spent a wonderful two months there with little falcons swirling around us as they hunted for cicadas. It is still rustic but it is comfy and still commands the best view on the property.
We also had our first rental guests and this is what they had to say:
“Thank you so much for sharing this paradise. This house is truly gorgeous – we are having the most amazing time and have simply fallen in love with the Atalaya. On our first morning the most adorable little dusky grey cat appeared and we are delighted. She sleeps on the end of our bed and now has become a member of our family. I have bought cat biscuits for her breakfast and she dines with us on fresh fish in the evening.
You really have created a little piece of heaven up here. We are having the most wonderful, picturesque and relaxing holiday. It will be hard to say goodbye!”
We couldn’t agree more. I can promise you Smokey never slept on the bottom of our bed but she sure took advantage of more lenient tenants!