It all began with a faithless search
It all started the way many trips do: with tiredness, a desire to disappear, and a Booking.com search written with more desire than judgment. I typed “nature nearby, but not too close,” and the algorithm presented me with a rural house tucked away in the Asturian mountains.
The photo promised more than I dared believe.
A welcome that is not forgotten
The fireplace was lit. The house smelled of wood and time well spent. There were no paperwork, just hospitality. “It wasn’t luxury. It was a lit fireplace, a warm blanket, and the miracle of feeling at home without knowing why.”
The breakfast that reconciles you with the world
Every morning, the same ritual: freshly baked bread, strong coffee, homemade jam, and an entire valley spread out before me.
It wasn’t a five-star hotel. But at that moment, I didn’t need one.
“Breakfast tasted like real bread, jam with a history, and the calm of not having to be anywhere.”
Slow time, my time
There was no television. Nor was there any need for it. There were books, silence, and the rarest luxury of all: mindfulness. There was no television. Nor was there any need for it. There were books, silence, and the rarest luxury of all: mindfulness.
Walks without a route, without noise, without a clock
I went for walks along paths where there were no signs or names. Just trees, fog, and that kind of freedom you don’t know you need until you find it. “I went for a walk without a route. Because when everything is going well, you don’t need a plan. Just steps and silence.”
Sleep well, dream better
The bed was simple, but perfect. I slept like someone who’s left their body at peace and their soul in deep rest mode.
“I slept like never before, I dreamed like always, and when I woke up… I knew Booking had taken me exactly where I needed to be.”
There are few times when everything flows smoothly. This trip was one of those rare harmonies. A small gift from life… or from the algorithm.Thank you, Booking. Because you don’t always get it right, but this time, you did it like a poet of relaxation.
