Hotely s parkováním v destinaci Erenchun

Skvělá zastávka po cestě, velmi pěkné pokoje, bazén na střeše velmi příjemný, parkování podzemní s nabíjením.

I drive past it the first time. Then I reverse back. A tiny sign, almost shy. Palacio de Luko. A building that seems to have grown out of its surroundings. Soft ochre, stone, wood, my beloved hydrangeas. And I have not even stepped inside yet. Scent. The first thing that reaches me. Candles burning in candleholders. A glass chandelier. Tristar immediately goes off to inspect the place, while I look around. At first glance, it is clear that every corner, every little zone has been thought through perfectly — from the bones of the house to the smallest artistic detail. The receptionist is tying a bouquet, which will decorate one of the many beautifully curated corners of a place one does not simply forget. And I think to myself: one night will not be enough to discover all the beautiful corners and hidden nooks of this palace. So right after check-in, I book one more night. We are here at the end of June and I do not know whom to thank first, but we have the palace practically to ourselves. Tristar walks around without his collar, as if he were at home. This feeling cannot be forced. One of Noelia’s very first instructions was: feel at home here. And somehow, it worked. Dinner on the terrace in a light drizzle, wrapped in a crocheted blanket that felt as if someone’s grandmother had just finished the last stitch. A book in my hand, sitting in a comfortable armchair during an evening moment of reflection in the “living room”. Tea in the main courtyard, accompanied by an orchestra of cicadas. Or fresh coffee and velvety papaya waiting in the fruit bowl at a generously laid breakfast table. ... to be continued below