And in Granada, beneath the carved arches of the Alhambra, we stood in still gardens where fountains whispered into marble basins. Water moved gently through courtyards older than memory. The air felt sacred. Quiet. Intentional.

In Cádiz, we watched the Atlantic shimmer against whitewashed walls, the sea breeze carrying a softness that made us lean a little closer.

These places were beautiful.

But what stayed with us was not the architecture, or the views.

It was how we felt there.

Unrushed.

Connected.

Present with each other.

Somewhere between those journeys, a question began to form:

What if we could create a place that held that feeling — here at home?