We came down from a week that changed us and needed a place that asked for nothing. This one asked one thing. Watch out for the baboons.
They come over the ridge in the afternoon like they hold the lease. House policy is fireworks. You throw one, they reconsider, and everybody goes back to their day. We have stayed in places with a pillow menu. We prefer a place with a baboon protocol.
The house keeps handing you another place to sit. A terrace, then another terrace, then stairs around the back that drop you into the kitchen. The shower is the kind you plan a day around, and it fits two.
One mystery. Every light switch is set at knee height. Theories so far: built for toddlers, built on a short wire, built by orangutans. We lean orangutan.