It's funny how you see what you want to see. When I arrived at the guest ranch, all I saw was charm and beauty. In actual fact, the ranch was well past it's prime. It's glory days were long gone but for me, it was incredible.
The rooms were scattered in clusters around the property with winding paths leading to a central service building. The "lodge" consisted of a very western lounge connected to a very rustic saloon. Original western style art decorated the walls, along with western memorabilia and branding irons. It was the perfect representation of my cowboy movie memories.
The lodge also held a large dining room which would have been more at home on a Spanish hacienda than a ranch. Large beams spanned a cathedral ceiling with magenta bougainvillea profusely blooming along one wall. Cascading pink blossoms surrounded a wall fountain from which water trickled to a series of basins and finally into a pool. The resulting gentle splash caressed this tired city soul.
Richly pink table cloths smothered dozens of dark, wooden tables each with ten chairs. All arranged in military precision across Mexican tile floors to fill the room. On the far side the long wall was entirely floor to ceiling windows looking out upon the patio outside. Here yellow, pink, purple, red and white flowers spilled from adobe pots. A shimmering aqua pool, framed by a tiered patio, was surrounded by stuccoed walls smothered with twisting vines. Above everything a endless cerise sky.
The same building also housed the kitchen, the ranch offices and a large library living room.
It was everything that I dreamed, it was beautiful, it was incredible... and it was very empty.
The rooms were scattered in clusters around the property with winding paths leading to a central service building. The "lodge" consisted of a very western lounge connected to a very rustic saloon. Original western style art decorated the walls, along with western memorabilia and branding irons. It was the perfect representation of my cowboy movie memories.
The lodge also held a large dining room which would have been more at home on a Spanish hacienda than a ranch. Large beams spanned a cathedral ceiling with magenta bougainvillea profusely blooming along one wall. Cascading pink blossoms surrounded a wall fountain from which water trickled to a series of basins and finally into a pool. The resulting gentle splash caressed this tired city soul.
Richly pink table cloths smothered dozens of dark, wooden tables each with ten chairs. All arranged in military precision across Mexican tile floors to fill the room. On the far side the long wall was entirely floor to ceiling windows looking out upon the patio outside. Here yellow, pink, purple, red and white flowers spilled from adobe pots. A shimmering aqua pool, framed by a tiered patio, was surrounded by stuccoed walls smothered with twisting vines. Above everything a endless cerise sky.
The same building also housed the kitchen, the ranch offices and a large library living room.
It was everything that I dreamed, it was beautiful, it was incredible... and it was very empty.
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