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costa vella: a garden in santiago…

I hope that in this lifetime, you’ll find yourself wandering, at some point, unexpectedly,
into love.
But if that doesn’t happen, then I hope you’ll find yourself wandering into this garden,
tucked away in the bed and breakfast boutique hotel that is Costa Vella,
set in the floating dream that overlooks the old city of Santiago.

It is a refuge to offer solace or romance,
peace or inspiration,
whatever you’re in the journey to find.
Built with stones full of character, filled with gorgeous Spanish moss and ambitious vines, 
the windy paths lead to petals, leaves,
but hopefully,
most of all,

I leave you to daydream with this poem by Emily Dickinson

A Bird came down the Walk—
He did not know I saw—
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass—
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass—

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around—
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought—
He stirred his Velvet Head

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home—

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam—
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.