The house

Casa Vieja was built in the nineteen-thirties and our grandparents bought it in 1968. It's still a family house — same corridor, same floor tiles, same lemon tree in the courtyard. We opened six rooms to travelers in 2019.

There's no reception desk and no bar. Breakfast is at the long table until ten: eggs, casamiento, fruit, and coffee from a finca up the volcano road. Evenings people end up in the hammocks. If you need something, knock.