We walk down a gravel driveway through the grass surrounding the building, our footsteps creaking with every movement until we come to a side door, this smaller and prettier one made of polished pine wood, but as soon as they open it I see that it is incredibly solid, its width as the length of my hand. This place is smaller but more welcoming than what the cold white building looked like; it is made of uneven textured gray tiles, limestone-like material, the walls have nice cream wallpaper with blue flowers, there is a wooden table with four chairs against the wall where breakfast has already been served and I can see cakes of all kinds, grapes, oranges, watermelons and a great variety of fruits. A woman is standing in front of a small granite countertop preparing coffee, the aroma fillin
