I hope that in this lifetime, you’ll find yourself wandering, at some point, unexpectedly,
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,
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.