Yael P.
The air smelled of the sea and freshly baked bread. The hotel stood imposingly facing the coast, with its stained glass windows reflecting the Caribbean sun. I had arrived with the intention of disconnecting from the world, without imagining that this trip would connect me with someone else. Every morning, as the restaurant opened its doors, the sweet aroma of the bakery guided me like an invisible compass. It was there where I saw him for the first time: with the black apron and gold details, concentrated on his work, as if the rest of the world stopped around him. It wasn't part of the plan to fall in love with someone who worked among flours and ovens, but that's how the stories that one doesn't plan begin... with a casual glance, a familiar smell and a smile that seems to recognize you before meeting you.
About Yael P.
The air smelled of the sea and freshly baked bread. The hotel stood imposingly facing the coast, with its stained glass windows reflecting the Caribbean sun. I had arrived with the intention of disconnecting from the world, without imagining that this trip would connect me with someone else. Every morning, as the restaurant opened its doors, the...Read more