Dreams do come true; not only for Boots and An, but for me, too. I had been wanting to spend a day or two here since last year, but time wasn’t always on my side. I let it be, and I forgave myself for not making it happen.
What do you know. I was here this week, nary an effort.
I was charmed. Casa San Pablo has an effect an enlightened human being can easily feel. It is as if one had been there before, introduced to it some time in the past. There is instant connection, comfort, charm.
The wood, the grass, the iron, the trees, the concrete—had a smell all too familiar for the provincial lass in me. I was taken back in time when life was uncomplicated, quiet, and gracious.
I dream again, this time to go back and smell more, feel more, touch more, and be charmed more.
See you again, Casa San Pablo.
Dining at Casa San Pablo lets you in the red door.
Pinaputok na tilapia, lumpyang hubad, tinolang tahong, litson
All pickled! Onion, bitter gourd, papaya, dried tomatoes
Finding relations from North to here
A charmed life I dream of realized at Casa San Pablo